Today, before 7am, I managed to clean most of my apartment, and narrowly avoid death twice. Once when the shelf that holds all my pots and pans collapsed as I was standing beneath it (sorry if that woke you up ). I only took a chip on the shoulder, rather than a crack to the skull.

The second time was cleaning the bathroom, when I was attacked by ‘s cat. She decided it would be amusing to maim my ankle while I was scrubbing the toilet in stocking feet. Nearly fell in folks – would that have ever been a way to go.

Why all this you ask? Someone decided to try and dig thier car out at 5am. As soon as I woke up from the jackhammeresque noise, I started going. I couldn’t even fathom the idea of lying there any longer – my brain was driving me nuts, so I tried to kill it with housework. There is about 2700 lbs of garbage and a bag of goodwill clothes to take down. This new job is definitely gonna chew me up and spit me out.

FTR – Subway’s chipotle sauce sucks worse than teenage broken hearts.

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