vivir con miedo es como vivir a medias
Dec. 25th, 2004 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideThe best part about doing the bathroom is the part when the floor is clean. Not a speck of cat litter. Not a single long black hair. No dust. No debris. It doesn't last long, but I like to stare at it for the whole 5 minutes it lasts.
Once I put the litter box back in, Hobbes races in and kicks out 85% of the litter and the whole delightful process starts again.
I think I used too much bleach on the floor, though. My head is a bit wobbly from the fumes. Ick. Nothing else seems to permeate through the stuck on bits of cat litter, though. I really need the fumes to dissipate from the bathroom so I can take a shower and clean the tub out and then that's done.
I'm not sure if it's the hyper-hygiene drive or what, but I've turned super-girly for the weekend. I've been watching sappy romantic comedies for two days. Currently watching Strictly Ballroom which gives me the hope I think every ugly duckling holds.
I think outside of the fumes, the bleach has dried out my hands and feet. Ew. I need to bathe in moisturizer. Winter chaps the hell out of my skin as it is.
The bedroom won't take very long to clean and then I just have to vacuum. I hate vacuuming. It's my most hated chore. I think part of it is my relatively weakass vacuum. $24 special that requires you empty the canister every 15 minutes. It doesn't take very long to vacuum, but it'd be less painful if it had more impressive suckage. I also need to spot treat a few areas before everything will look nice.
But I am determined. I will have a spotless flat by the end of the night. And then I can enjoy tomorrow and Monday in my sparkling flat. Looking forward to making cookies, because it won't involve dirt or bleach or anything else gross.
Once I put the litter box back in, Hobbes races in and kicks out 85% of the litter and the whole delightful process starts again.
I think I used too much bleach on the floor, though. My head is a bit wobbly from the fumes. Ick. Nothing else seems to permeate through the stuck on bits of cat litter, though. I really need the fumes to dissipate from the bathroom so I can take a shower and clean the tub out and then that's done.
I'm not sure if it's the hyper-hygiene drive or what, but I've turned super-girly for the weekend. I've been watching sappy romantic comedies for two days. Currently watching Strictly Ballroom which gives me the hope I think every ugly duckling holds.
I think outside of the fumes, the bleach has dried out my hands and feet. Ew. I need to bathe in moisturizer. Winter chaps the hell out of my skin as it is.
The bedroom won't take very long to clean and then I just have to vacuum. I hate vacuuming. It's my most hated chore. I think part of it is my relatively weakass vacuum. $24 special that requires you empty the canister every 15 minutes. It doesn't take very long to vacuum, but it'd be less painful if it had more impressive suckage. I also need to spot treat a few areas before everything will look nice.
But I am determined. I will have a spotless flat by the end of the night. And then I can enjoy tomorrow and Monday in my sparkling flat. Looking forward to making cookies, because it won't involve dirt or bleach or anything else gross.
