Fscking cleaning out of the flat
I don’t know what possessed me to go pack up some shit and spend 4 weeks of my life travelling around several European countries. I could easily be doing something else. Like, going to work every day because the stress I am under just cleaning up the flat, thinking about the new trip and wondering where the hell did all the hours go?
I thought I had four months to go, or was that four months ago? I look around at the shit lying around the place, bottles, shoes lying around the place, scarves, makeup, jewellry, my bathroom is clean now after I manically cleaned everything and THEN decided to do some renovation work to it and paint the tiles with grout paint. Then there is the frigging toilet, if it wasn’t clean before it is now.
I have never felt so frustrated as I cruise around seeing all the stuff that needs to be done, wishing I had more time to do it. Wait.. all that’s left is vacumming the floor, who the hell knew that I shed this much hair in a week??? cleaning the kitchen, mopping it with a mop that is mouldy, now I know what that smell is after the last few days in bathroom, because I was thinking.. hang on I cleaned it, why is there a smell?
OH and to top it off I have to lend my father my laptop, and because the file system is FAT 32 and not NTFS, I can’t lock him out of any directories with my stuff in it. Like.. stuff. So now I have to go out, buy some CD’s burn like a mofo, delete any incriminating stuff and set up my other PC for adsl. JESUS!