CLEAN
Sita's back from her month-long holiday, and has managed, within the space of a day, to restore the house to its original, liveable state. When I staggered home at 21:30 after 9 hours of university shopping and collapsed into a warm bowl of rice yesterday night, I was filled with a deep, pure, holy joy. And again when I found my bin not overflowing. And again when 30 days of accumulated dust and hair did not attach themselves to my feet as I stepped into the bathroom. Joy which receded slightly, I might add, when I awoke to a second morning of mom vs. Sita at 7:30 freaking AM.
Within two weeks of Sita's absence, we had mushrooms in the bathroom. MUSHROOMS. A small cluster of white-capped fungi growing out of the rubber sealant behind the tap. I was brushing my teeth, leaned over to spit, and there they were, staring serenely back at me. I was so shocked that I called mom in to look at the 'things', and we peered at them together like characters in an alien slasher movie who've just discovered some mysterious alien goo.
It made me sad to have to kill them. It really did.
In other news, I still have not managed to quit work because I have as much spine as (and less sting than) a jellyfish, though I have managed to whittle my work-week down to three half-days a week.
Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Nick. I did not forget. In fact, I was having a bowl of noodles on the eighth when I suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God! It's Nick's birthday tomorrow." So, yeah. May the pain of growing old recede quickly.
Also, I miss everyone, as sad and pathetic as that makes me sound.
Within two weeks of Sita's absence, we had mushrooms in the bathroom. MUSHROOMS. A small cluster of white-capped fungi growing out of the rubber sealant behind the tap. I was brushing my teeth, leaned over to spit, and there they were, staring serenely back at me. I was so shocked that I called mom in to look at the 'things', and we peered at them together like characters in an alien slasher movie who've just discovered some mysterious alien goo.
It made me sad to have to kill them. It really did.
In other news, I still have not managed to quit work because I have as much spine as (and less sting than) a jellyfish, though I have managed to whittle my work-week down to three half-days a week.
Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Nick. I did not forget. In fact, I was having a bowl of noodles on the eighth when I suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God! It's Nick's birthday tomorrow." So, yeah. May the pain of growing old recede quickly.
Also, I miss everyone, as sad and pathetic as that makes me sound.