Saturday, September 13, 2003
Tomorrow before work I'll clean the house. Well, not the whole house- I am only responsible for The Lauree Lair and the downstairs areas. The upper regions of the Thornton house remain dusty until Chris and Pam decide to sweep them.at 10:14 PM
I straightened most of The Lauree Lair already this evening. Tomorrow I'll vacuum the carpet and clean the bathroom (I shudder at that prospect).
I set aside my bus fares for the next eight week days in a printer-paper box cardboard lid, which I set on the floor in front of the skinny white shelf that holds my mediocre CD, book, and videotape collections. I do miss culture, but I haven't the time for it. I replaced my culture with bus fares.
I ran out of hangers with which to hang my laundry, and in order to solve this problem, I pulled clothes for every day of the next week off their hangers, folded them, and put them in my bathroom closet. The closet's unusually short-in-breadth door made squeezing the clothes in there difficult, but I perservered valiantly and won the battle soundly nevertheless. One sweater remains to be hung, but it's old enough that I can toss it in a drawer without feeling terribly guilty.
I am cold. It's time to snuggle under the bedcovers.
