I feel slightly accomplished this weekend. For starters, I cleaned up the kitchen. Sure, I messed it up again shortly thereafter. However, the fact that I did it in the first place was a step in a positive direction.
It’s Saturday, and I’ve got a long list of shit to do over this weekend. I’m determined to make this place look like a fucking house again, instead of the scene of a police raid. I’m speaking from experience here. It’s mostly little things that need to get picked up. There’s a lot of things…
I’m resting, damn it. That pile of clothes is mine, the other stuff is getting put out, and who wants a quilt with chickens, because I’ve got two.