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Aug. 27th, 2007 10:34 pm#1. Fucking sucralose. Inadvertant additional testing of it as a headache/migraine trigger is proving to have a repeatable unpleasant result.*
#2. My room is now clean enough that I have moved Rosie's bed into it finally, clearing my living room for, you know, traffic and floor space and such. Rosie is thus far resistant to this plan, however, and insists in laying in the middle of the living room floor where her bed formerly was. I have perhaps hit a snag in my clever plan.
#3. I have things I need to file, I have sweaters to fold and put away... somewhere..., and I have a couple of surfaces still to clean off. Once that's done, both the bedrooms and the bathrooms are clean. Of course, this still leaves the kitchen and living room, the areas my parents will actually do more than glance at.** Heavy Sigh.
As it happens, though, they've been delayed in Houston, which means that they won't be in until tomorrow night and probably won't see my place for at least another day. I've been granted a brief reprieve in which to get more dishes done and put away, throw a bunch of the scrap mail into the recycling bin, and possibly even wash my couch cover. Mopping the kitchen floor would be ideal, as would vacuuming and dusting, but I can only do what I can in the time I am given. I had considered taking half of tomorrow off to spend with my parents. I may yet do that.
*Note: I am dumb.
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#2. My room is now clean enough that I have moved Rosie's bed into it finally, clearing my living room for, you know, traffic and floor space and such. Rosie is thus far resistant to this plan, however, and insists in laying in the middle of the living room floor where her bed formerly was. I have perhaps hit a snag in my clever plan.
#3. I have things I need to file, I have sweaters to fold and put away... somewhere..., and I have a couple of surfaces still to clean off. Once that's done, both the bedrooms and the bathrooms are clean. Of course, this still leaves the kitchen and living room, the areas my parents will actually do more than glance at.** Heavy Sigh.
As it happens, though, they've been delayed in Houston, which means that they won't be in until tomorrow night and probably won't see my place for at least another day. I've been granted a brief reprieve in which to get more dishes done and put away, throw a bunch of the scrap mail into the recycling bin, and possibly even wash my couch cover. Mopping the kitchen floor would be ideal, as would vacuuming and dusting, but I can only do what I can in the time I am given. I had considered taking half of tomorrow off to spend with my parents. I may yet do that.
*Note: I am dumb.
**See Previous Note.
