I was up at about eight, cleaning cleaning cleaning. I rearranged the living room furniture for good measure. Place still has some trouble spots but looks tons better. I can actually sit on the floor. I don't think the cats are happy to have their debris disturbed. The place was so bad that six hours cleaning was spent on the living room alone. I still have to do the rest of the apartment. I think I'll do the kitchen this evening. God I stink, but I figured there's no point in becoming fresh and clean for housekeeping. My shirt was soaked through at one point, as if I'd gone running. I took a nap during the hottest part of the day, from about two to six.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:52 PM
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Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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