Don't bug me
Nov. 12th, 2001 08:25 amWent to bed early last night in the hope that I could devote today to getting done some of the things I really need to get done. In that spirit...well, when I moved a box while searching for the sync cable to my Rio MP3 player and about forty roaches of varying sizes boiled out of it, I realized--it's time to do what I've been putting off, and get some professional help.
So I made a couple of phone calls, and found a maid service; they'll send someone out tomorrow at noon for an estimate. I'll try to do a little cleaning on it myself this afternoon, I guess. Isn't that ironic, cleaning my room before the maid arrives?
I hope this all works out. I am sick of this mess, and I am so sick of living with these roaches. One or the other of us has got to go, and I've got too much stuff to move for it to be me just yet.
Now...I need to go try getting some breakfast, and hope after what I've seen this morning I still have some appetite for it.
So I made a couple of phone calls, and found a maid service; they'll send someone out tomorrow at noon for an estimate. I'll try to do a little cleaning on it myself this afternoon, I guess. Isn't that ironic, cleaning my room before the maid arrives?
I hope this all works out. I am sick of this mess, and I am so sick of living with these roaches. One or the other of us has got to go, and I've got too much stuff to move for it to be me just yet.
Now...I need to go try getting some breakfast, and hope after what I've seen this morning I still have some appetite for it.