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I started cleaning and now I'm, like, on a fucking war path. My mother was always the sort to only demand us to clean every once and a while, but when it was time to clean, it was fucking time to cleaaaan. I remember being in my room for HOUUUURRRRS hemming and hawing over it. Now I get it. And I'm ready to get this place into some sort of working order. I've been putting things in Melody's old room that I am willing to get rid of, just tossing it in there and I'll worry about it later, I just want it out of the way. Putting clothes and shoes in my old room, which is now a closet. Trying to find places for stuff is the worst part, and I figure a good half of my stuff can just go. Fuck it, I don't need it. I NEED to get rid of stuff. The kitchen is the easiest, though the most work.. so I gave up on finding places for things in the middle room and started wiping shit down in the kitchen. I mean, the kitchen is terrible. My landlord was doing work on the apartment below me and all the dust and dirt and shit came right through my door and COVERED everything, ESSPECIALLY the kitchen. Fuck. Everything needs to be wiped down. Everything. I've got the Catch-All Kitchen Table cleaned off, which automaticly makes me feel better. Trying to work from the top to the bottom. I have Yuengling to keep me going and entertained. Blah, this shit needs to be fixed... it'll take me days, at best.