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robotech_master"When a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully."
—Samuel Johnson
"When a man knows a friend is going to visit him in four nights, it concentrates his mind even more."
—me
Tuesday night, my good friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tbutler let me know that, after I'd been after him to come down and visit, he finally would have the chance this weekend. Yow. On the one hand, this was exactly what I'd been hoping for to happen, because goodness knows I'd have no incentive to clean up my apartment otherwise—but on the other hand...considering my apartment...yow.
But it was just what I needed to lift me out of my City-of-Heroes-induced evening vegetative state; putting the game aside, I began to put in the heroic effort necessary to clean out my living room, kitchen, and guest bedroom. Over the last three nights, I have thus once again rediscovered that there is in fact a floor in my apartment. Last night was the worst, as I finally got out the cleaning supplies and diverted a figurative river through my Augean bathroom. Sweeping, vacuuming, mopping with bleach, scrubbing frantically at toilet, tiles, and sink...using up entire rolls of paper towels in my quest for cleanliness. My Mom wouldn't recognize my apartment now. Well, except for the bathtub; after doing everything else I just sort of looked at it and said "no." Well, maybe this evening.
It's kind of amazing, the effect it has now going into a living room with absolutely nothing on the floor. It's like, "Is this really my apartment, or am I in a neighbor's by mistake?" Even my cat seems confused.
Hopefully tonight I'll be able to do the last little things that need to be done—like the dishes—and greet Travis with a smile and a totally clean apartment. Wouldn't that be amazing?
—Samuel Johnson
"When a man knows a friend is going to visit him in four nights, it concentrates his mind even more."
—me
Tuesday night, my good friend
tbutler let me know that, after I'd been after him to come down and visit, he finally would have the chance this weekend. Yow. On the one hand, this was exactly what I'd been hoping for to happen, because goodness knows I'd have no incentive to clean up my apartment otherwise—but on the other hand...considering my apartment...yow.But it was just what I needed to lift me out of my City-of-Heroes-induced evening vegetative state; putting the game aside, I began to put in the heroic effort necessary to clean out my living room, kitchen, and guest bedroom. Over the last three nights, I have thus once again rediscovered that there is in fact a floor in my apartment. Last night was the worst, as I finally got out the cleaning supplies and diverted a figurative river through my Augean bathroom. Sweeping, vacuuming, mopping with bleach, scrubbing frantically at toilet, tiles, and sink...using up entire rolls of paper towels in my quest for cleanliness. My Mom wouldn't recognize my apartment now. Well, except for the bathtub; after doing everything else I just sort of looked at it and said "no." Well, maybe this evening.
It's kind of amazing, the effect it has now going into a living room with absolutely nothing on the floor. It's like, "Is this really my apartment, or am I in a neighbor's by mistake?" Even my cat seems confused.
Hopefully tonight I'll be able to do the last little things that need to be done—like the dishes—and greet Travis with a smile and a totally clean apartment. Wouldn't that be amazing?
Your Enormous Effort
Date: 2004-11-27 06:07 pm (UTC)Love,
Mom