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Today, I shall clean my home to that exacting level of spotlessness that so drives my Mother insane. Y'know the whole cry of "You NEVER cleaned your room when you were growing up, why is everything so tidy NOW?!" (Because, Ma, it's more FUN this way.)

Anyway, the master clean plan would go better if I got off my ass and started it. I did the to-do list up. It's not too hefty, since the place isn't a mess to start with, but still. Get going girl. Go. Move. Find duster, bond.

Ya-huh. Only thing I managed to find was the basket of sweet cherries in my fridge. It's gonna be one of those days.

Congratulations to Megdalen. She's an engaged-woman and off the market, boys. Woohoo!

And that concludes my procrastinating post du jour. Boring as usual, but hey, that's so me.

Aargh, damn incentive

Okay, so team procrastination was a terrific success... up until an hour ago. Landlady came knocking on the door, clearly having received my "not gonna be here as of Sept 30th, babe" note.

She's got someone wanting to see the apartment already. Uh huh. Fast work or what? Tomorrow afternoon.

Well, FUCK. I'm off to the happy-families family reunion tomorrow afternoon. Meaning, I'm outta here by 10am to get to the cottage for noon. So, cleaning? Must be tonight.

AARGH. So much for my dreams of an early bedtime.

And I hope you all enjoyed my meaningless rant.