Washed a dark load. Washed dishes. Washed shower stall. Washed kitchen floor. Washed dining-room floor. Washed dirtiest parts of living-room floor. No point to washing self--autodirtying. Going to wash more dishes, then drop sweaty gross self onto whatever flat soft surface is the coolest, and wash all items involved in the regrettable scene in the ( Read more... )

Put a trash can in every room. Every room. Even the room where you've never had a trash can because you can go five steps away and put it in the trash in the next room, so having a second trash can seems wasteful.

And then ask yourself, where are your recycling bins? If you're like most people, they're in the kitchen, pantry, or garage--out-of-the- ( Read more... )

The entire bedroom floor is mopped.

You may let out the breaths you have been holding. You're all so sweet.

Though seriously, I've had since October to do it, and it just got done now. This, children, is what procrastination looks like. Plus fear of the unknown. Because if you've mopped a floor under a half-dozen times in your life, the prospect of ( Read more... )

Up at 7:30, because when you don't have to go to work, getting up early is like conspicuous consumption of time. Also because inner alarm clock is stupid, in a convenient way. Fiddle around on net. Do finances. Call agencies for work. Fiddle around on net. Read a little. Fiddle around on net. Start hand-washing. Wash dishes until dishrack is full ( ( Read more... )

Wold anyone find random task generators helpful? They'd be for those days when you want to do something, but it's all too huge and you don't know where to start. So, naturally, you'd ask the Internet*: Give me a 15-minute task. And the Internet, or my corner of it, would say: Do a clean sweep of one shelf of your fridge ( Read more... )

I spent yesterday morning putting up two out of four desk shelves, and yesterday afternoon filling them. Before you snort at the COLOSSAL EFFORT of mounting FOUR SHELF BRACKETS OH NOES, please consider that the wall was designed by FREAKING ESCHER. The bottom two brackets are where you'd expect them to be, at roughly 15-inch intervals. (Most studs ( Read more... )

5:00 a.m.: Settle into bed.

5:03 a.m.: Lack of a sense of smell means that one often misses subtle environmental cues, such as the detail that the cats have saturated the down comforter with piss and the blanket, both sheets, and now one's undercrackers and T-shirt are wet.

5:07 a.m.: Ponder the wonders of the universe, the splash patterns of the ( Read more... )

Washed most of the dishes, got a fair bit put away, unearthed most of the kitchen counters and floor, put away part of the shifting heap of clothes, dug out part of the foyer floor (then promptly covered it with bags of things to go elsewhere), handed some things off to
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GRAAAH, I CANNOT TAKE THIS PLACE ANY LONGER.

( Grand plan for de-GRAAAHing it )

I've spent the past two days cleaning and rearranging obsessively--staying up late because I just can't stop. The place is still a mess, but now it's a "pull everything out so you can put it back right" mess instead of a "no really, the floor is where I meant to put it" mess. The kitchen is nigh impassable because a quick shelf-installing job ( Read more... )