I'm making a clean sweep.

All the cobwebs of my life are being washed away.

I'm digging through the files, and burning, shredding, throwing away and posting.

Here's a little scrap I've found:

"a granite tomb for the repose of ruined passions, hopes and woes."
- М. Лермонтов

This can be such a depressing day if you think about it.

It is better to do something nice in hope of invoking a smile than to think about it.