I fold laundry after ironing so that I can store it unwrinkled in the closet. I clean the kitchen after I cook, as otherwise it would quickly become messy (a biohazard).

I don't see a point in making the bed though - I can lie typing this just as well in a bed that's unmade. I feel similarly about cleaning up the dust in the apartment - it just doesn't bother me. I don't know if it's depression or nirvana...