This morning I was suckered into deep-cleaning my bedroom. I'd finally gotten to sleep, and I was having the coolest dream. Then there was a knock and I've been busting my ass ever since. God, my feet hurt. Anyway, I had put everything rattling around loose inside a laundry basket; but thinking things through isn't exactly one of my virtues. I forgot that the can of Lysol spray has a push button. All of a sudden, there's a mist; and I'm scrambling around trying to pick up this can slicker than snot, my arm is getting covered in cleaning solution, I've got papers in the basket, meanwhile I'm trying not to laugh and breathe it in.
Then the rack in my closet broke, damn near making me piss myself, and my mother volunteered some storage. I go to hand her the hangers, and for some reason she ducks to grab them around the bottom, and hits me in a pretty unfavorable place. So long story short, it's been the most outrageous cleaning day I've ever had, and we're unfortunately not finished.
But I am taking a break.
