I’m cleaning my room today.
Please, if you are able, call my cell this evening to make sure I am still alive. Not joking.
All of the Q-tips I have to find and dispose of. All the dishes to do. The clothing to get washed. The surfaces to be wiped. The piles to be organized. The smells to febreeze.
It’s going to be epic.
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March 19, 2008 at 6:35 pm
Did you make it out alive?