My eyes are watering from the chemical smells.
Today's been one of the most productive I've had in a while.
After getting home from a quasi-successful shopping trip, during which I picked up new choir shoes to replace my choir/work shoes that are gross and not really stage-ready anymore, I changed into pyjama shorts. I was going to shower, but I decided I should do something a little more productive first. So I grabbed a garbage bag and emptied the drawers of my bathroom into them. Those drawers hadn't been emptied since I was around the age of seven, so this is a fairly major (and disgusting) event for the state of my bathroom.
I was going to shower after that, but I decided it wasn't good enough, so I considered organizing my newly messed-up bookshelf. It didn't seem like a proper continuation, though, so I went back to the bathroom and started cleaning off the counters. I eventually ended up emptying out the shelves and throwing most of that out as well. I haven't gotten under the counter yet, but that's what I'll be doing in the next twenty minutes. I honestly don't know what most of the stuff under there is, nor do I know why it's there. So I'll be needing another garbage bag, effectively.
I realized part of why it's taken so long for me to empty those drawers, though. They smell. I don't know how it happened, or why they smell so strongly of whatever that scent is, but it's gross and I always feel a little bit of gagging as I deal with them. Currently I have them airing out on the deck in the backyard, but we'll see if that helps. I'm not counting on it. Unfortunately, the area under the counter and sink smells much the same, since they're all connected and shared the same air. So we'll see if I can find the source and get rid of it. Otherwise, the air filter will be staying in there, possibly under the sink, until it goes away.
The next step is to start helping my dad rip away the tiles around the bathtub, since he hasn't done more than one side and the top row of another. My dad is like me, and needs a little push sometimes to get things done, so if I start working on it, he'll likely pick it up when I go shower.
So yeah. Productivity, woo.
And tomorrow I may drive a motorcycle for the first time. I'm not terribly excited by the fact, but I want to drive a Vespa, which means it will be much cheaper to insure my driving said Vespa if I have a class 6 license. So... we'll see how that goes. Fingers crossed that I don't break anything.
I think that's the most exciting information for now. Yay clean! (Boo chemically-dried hands.)
Edit McEditson: So I emptied out the area underneath the sink, left the drawers out for de-stinking, and took a shower. When I finished my shower, I came downstairs, emptied the dishwasher and put baking soda all over the drawers because my mother figures this will make the smell go away. My hopes are low. Now I plan to straighten my hair, then fix the pile of clothes that have been sitting at the bottom of my closet waiting for repair. I don't know where this frenzy came from, but it's damn useful.
Also, I plan to make frames for all the art I've been building up and leaving on the floor or sticky-tacked to my wall for the past few years, then I plan to put it all up in my room, or maybe in the living room for some of them. We'll see! But yeah, seriously bemused by this random energy surge.
After getting home from a quasi-successful shopping trip, during which I picked up new choir shoes to replace my choir/work shoes that are gross and not really stage-ready anymore, I changed into pyjama shorts. I was going to shower, but I decided I should do something a little more productive first. So I grabbed a garbage bag and emptied the drawers of my bathroom into them. Those drawers hadn't been emptied since I was around the age of seven, so this is a fairly major (and disgusting) event for the state of my bathroom.
I was going to shower after that, but I decided it wasn't good enough, so I considered organizing my newly messed-up bookshelf. It didn't seem like a proper continuation, though, so I went back to the bathroom and started cleaning off the counters. I eventually ended up emptying out the shelves and throwing most of that out as well. I haven't gotten under the counter yet, but that's what I'll be doing in the next twenty minutes. I honestly don't know what most of the stuff under there is, nor do I know why it's there. So I'll be needing another garbage bag, effectively.
I realized part of why it's taken so long for me to empty those drawers, though. They smell. I don't know how it happened, or why they smell so strongly of whatever that scent is, but it's gross and I always feel a little bit of gagging as I deal with them. Currently I have them airing out on the deck in the backyard, but we'll see if that helps. I'm not counting on it. Unfortunately, the area under the counter and sink smells much the same, since they're all connected and shared the same air. So we'll see if I can find the source and get rid of it. Otherwise, the air filter will be staying in there, possibly under the sink, until it goes away.
The next step is to start helping my dad rip away the tiles around the bathtub, since he hasn't done more than one side and the top row of another. My dad is like me, and needs a little push sometimes to get things done, so if I start working on it, he'll likely pick it up when I go shower.
So yeah. Productivity, woo.
And tomorrow I may drive a motorcycle for the first time. I'm not terribly excited by the fact, but I want to drive a Vespa, which means it will be much cheaper to insure my driving said Vespa if I have a class 6 license. So... we'll see how that goes. Fingers crossed that I don't break anything.
I think that's the most exciting information for now. Yay clean! (Boo chemically-dried hands.)
Edit McEditson: So I emptied out the area underneath the sink, left the drawers out for de-stinking, and took a shower. When I finished my shower, I came downstairs, emptied the dishwasher and put baking soda all over the drawers because my mother figures this will make the smell go away. My hopes are low. Now I plan to straighten my hair, then fix the pile of clothes that have been sitting at the bottom of my closet waiting for repair. I don't know where this frenzy came from, but it's damn useful.
Also, I plan to make frames for all the art I've been building up and leaving on the floor or sticky-tacked to my wall for the past few years, then I plan to put it all up in my room, or maybe in the living room for some of them. We'll see! But yeah, seriously bemused by this random energy surge.