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Progress!

August 27, 2008 9:43 AM

y apartment has become sort of a giant mess. In fact, it's gotten so bad that I instituted a ban on people being in the apartment about a year ago. Since then, no one has set foot in here other than me. Except for Mr. Utah one time, and he insisted that we leave immediately. I'd like to say that I have some excuse for being so terrible about cleaning the place, but I don't. There's not really a reason for it other than that I'm lazy.

Things were getting pretty bad for a little bit there. The living room had gotten extremely cluttered. There was crap everywhere--dirty clothes on the floor, musical instruments strewn about, cat toys all over the fucking place, old computer equipment everywhere. The dining room wasn't much better. The bedroom wasn't doing very well, either. A long time ago, I decided that having a big pile of laundry would motivate me to do the laundry. That sort of worked, but then I gave up about halfway through and just had a big pile of dirty clothes. The President actually declared my kitchen and bathroom national disaster areas, which explains why there were guys in HAZMAT suits in here the other day.

Anyway, I decided that enough was enough and that it was time to make my place presentable again, so I set out to fucking clean the place. So I borrowed Mr. Vice and pH's vacuum cleaner--mine having given up in despair about a year ago--and started the long, arduous process of undoing the mess it had taken me over a year to make. And I'm pleased to report that there has been significant progress.

Last night about about 10:30, I was overtaken by motivation, and I started moving shit around. I picked everything up off the floor and... put most of it on the floor in different rooms. My ulimate strategy is to put these things somewhere other than the floor, but that required a little more thought than I was willing to do last night. Still, I already have an idea of where I'm going to permanently put all my old law school books and shit, so that's good.

Then I moved everything in the living room and vacuumed the shit out of the entire room. And repeated the process in the dining room. Two hours and three trash bags later, the place looks fucking nice, if I do say so myself.

Yes, the downside to my strategy is that the bedroom has temorarily declined in orderliness, but that is a temporary condition. And this time I mean it.

Today, I'm going to work on getting the bathroom and kitchen to be, umm, non-toxic again.



2 Comments


tRJ said:

Welcome to being an adult!

August 27, 2008 10:51 AM



TheExpat said:

Ha, I like the part about your vacuum giving up in despair. I can just imagine it giving out a long sigh, followed by death rattle and a small explosion of dust.

August 29, 2008 9:52 PM



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