Ok. I am listening (from the other room) to Rikki Lake host Family Fued. The question is "Name a dessert which you put whipped cream on". And I cannot concentrate on the question, because I keep thinking "Name a dessert ON WHICH you put ice cream"!!!!

Hell, name one that you don't.

Jesse, now that you are rolling in dough (or at least, it is sticking to you), I suggest a cleaning service!

Aargh. I ment whipped cream in the final sentance too. I couldn't believe they weren't saying ice cream!

Jesse, now that you are rolling in dough (or at least, it is sticking to you), I suggest a cleaning service!

I'm seriously considering it. In the fall, when I really know what kind of spare money I have.

Just pretend real hard.

t concentrates on pretending

Ah, crap. The whole giving a frack about whether my house is clean when no one is there to see it is fracking with my concentration.

I ought to take my own advice. My place isn't so bad, I just think it'd be nice to have someone not me come in once and do a thorough deep clean (like, dusting and windows and all the other things I do piecemeal. Vacuuming and mopping I have covered.) And it would motivate me to do a thorough going through of crap.

As I'm moving in two days, I haven't cleaned properly in about a fortnight. I just keep thinking that if I'm going to be doing it anyway before I leave, then what's the point? The point is I've been living in filth for the last five days or so, but what are you gonna do?

These last 27 minutes are going to last forever, aren't they?

Haven't dusted in five whole days?

I am the Jack Klugman in this thread.

I am ridiculously happy with the knowledge that I have no work tomorrow. I just cleaned out a closet.

Good for you. My no-work-tommorow happy is being seriously undermined by my need to move furniture around tomorrow. But then Franny will have new furniture in her room and I will have, um, half my living room back and I'll be happy again.