i have been listening to the same song all day. at one point there was an hour or so where it was the only song i listened to. that was the hour when i was cleaning the bathroom, i think.
i’ve sort of given up cleaning the rest of everything. i just want my dad to get here. once he’s here, we can put everything into the truck, and then i will clean the floors. but it seems ridiculous — like, i swept the floors today, and then chris came to pick up the desk and chest of drawers, and between the two of us, we tracked up the fucking floor again.
what i should have done today instead of sweeping floors is clean the fridge. i keep forgetting it exists. i’ll probably do it some time tonight.
i was supposed to go to rivendell tonight for a last hang out, and to say goodbye to the baby, but check out this snow. i don’t have any boots, and i don’t have any socks, and i don’t own a shovel. so i’m staying in tonight, and i’ll watch a bunch of episodes of the daily show and listen to mark ronson & lily allen’s cover of “oh my god” and… i don’t know. clean the fridge, i guess.
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