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We got our beds on Thursday. Mine was broken, of course. I have a regular bed, but I can't loft it until I get replacement parts. At least I'm not sleeping on the floor anymore. Once it's five feet off the ground, I can get that loveseat futon I saw the other day and put it underneath. I can also stuff the bookshelf under and finally have somewhere to put my books and various junk. And Roxie desperately needs a desk so we don't have to clutter the dining table with stuff. And then, when we finally have all our stuff in order, I can give the place a good cleaning.
I would have liked to have given the whole place a good scrub-down before anything was moved in at all, but unfortunately, there was already lots of stuff when I arrived. It's easy to clean a place that's empty, and it's easy to clean a place that's furnished and neat. But it's fucking impossible to clean around clutter.
I would have liked to have given the whole place a good scrub-down before anything was moved in at all, but unfortunately, there was already lots of stuff when I arrived. It's easy to clean a place that's empty, and it's easy to clean a place that's furnished and neat. But it's fucking impossible to clean around clutter.