omgcleaning

I forgot that dark tank tops are a no-no when cleaning the bathroom. Hopefully, I rinsed all the bleach and comet speckles out. I've already ruined one with that (there are obvious, boob-shaped patches on it, it's a little hilarious. What? I was cleaning the damned floor behind the toilet and then the tub!)

Am now in cream, with lots of boobilage.

The bathroom? Done. Although I think we need a new inner shower curtain, since it's very very ugly-looking right now.

The dishes? Washing in the dishwasher. Except for the stuff that will go in the next load. And there's still a stack of hand-washing to do. I did clean out the pan cupboard, though, and it's, like, organized again (next up, the tupperware and appliance cupboard).

The kitchen sink? Scrubbed clean.

The windows? Open, because the apartment is stale and filled with the smells of cleaning solutions. Ugh.

Sabrina with Trucco in it? DVR'd.

I have three music sources playing. The Smells Like the 90's Weekend on 1021 is in the kitchen. My mp3 player is in my bedroom, mixing BSG with half a dozen angsty boy-rock bands and Sia. And my computer is currently playing all the stuff I ripped last weekend (Eurythmics, My Chemical Romance, Annie Lennox, Muse, Elastica, Evanescence, and some random people).

I'm probably driving the boys downstairs nuts. ;)

ETA: Hey, aj, you still wanna come up here? I can promise dinner at Maharajah... (at 7, if that works. Or not? Hrm.)

I can has lunch.

It is possible, in my need to air out the apartment, that I've now made it far too cold in here. Windows are now closed.

MY KITCHEN FLOOR IS CLEAN. No one is ever allowed to walk on it, ever again. We will learn to levitate.

I had to move the couch, which contained something exceedingly fluffy, and when I moved the couch, exceedingly glarey. This is ok. There was cuddles-time earlier, complete with me being more grey and brown afterwards. I just need some orange and I'll be a calico cat, too!

Seriously. It's cold. I'm covered in goose bumps.