Right now, I’m scrubbing the whole house clean because, well, it is not very clean, lol. This is how things are when you live alone. You get to clean when it gets unbearable to you and not to someone else aka siblings or parents.
It’s extremely bad because I starved for half the day, trudged through work, to come home to, well, clean.
There was initially something I look forward to but I think I’m being silly for looking forward to something that’s not within my control. It’s like banging hope on winning the lottery.
Something nasty happened while I was cleaning and I’m unsure how to deal with it. I don’t even know what I did wrong. So needless to say, I don’t know what to do about it.
So? Continue cleaning.
It’s such a bad weekend, I don’t know what to say.
So I shall say nothing.