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I'm cleaning like a meth addict.
I mean, I just moved the fridge all by my lonesome. I've never cleaned under a fridge in my whole life, and now I know why you should. Indescribable horrors lurk underneath a fridge that hasn't been moved for two years. Seriously, I CAN SEE FOREVER.
Not to mention, that it is apparently where all the mousie-toys went to die. I found a veritable graveyard of little fur mousie-toys under there. Now they're lying all over the living room floor, back in circulation. The cats are assiduously stalking each and every one of them now.
I've paused in my neurotic mopping to post on here, and play with my music.
I'm going to attack the counters next. Maybe even *gasp* move the oven. A terrifying idea, but I'm extremely tempted to see if I can even budge it without help.
If this all proceeds as planned, and I don't lose my motivation, I may try to vacuum the furniture next. I'm tired of being covered in cat-hair. I feel like I'm being assimilated. Like they're trying to make me into one of THEM.
If this goes well tonight, I will attack my room tomorrow. Wish me luck, folks. If you don't see me again, you'll know that I am forever lost in the wilds of my bedroom...
I mean, I just moved the fridge all by my lonesome. I've never cleaned under a fridge in my whole life, and now I know why you should. Indescribable horrors lurk underneath a fridge that hasn't been moved for two years. Seriously, I CAN SEE FOREVER.
Not to mention, that it is apparently where all the mousie-toys went to die. I found a veritable graveyard of little fur mousie-toys under there. Now they're lying all over the living room floor, back in circulation. The cats are assiduously stalking each and every one of them now.
I've paused in my neurotic mopping to post on here, and play with my music.
I'm going to attack the counters next. Maybe even *gasp* move the oven. A terrifying idea, but I'm extremely tempted to see if I can even budge it without help.
If this all proceeds as planned, and I don't lose my motivation, I may try to vacuum the furniture next. I'm tired of being covered in cat-hair. I feel like I'm being assimilated. Like they're trying to make me into one of THEM.
If this goes well tonight, I will attack my room tomorrow. Wish me luck, folks. If you don't see me again, you'll know that I am forever lost in the wilds of my bedroom...