Ugh, I'm disgusting!
I haven't done any housework in a week. I made dinner for myself at home on Friday night - fettucine alfredo - it was delicious. Left the dishes in the sink thinking I'd do them the next day. The day we were going to a friends wedding....where we found out another friend had passed away earlier in the morning.

This meant we got very drunk.

The next day, I couldn't face the dishes in the sink, and Sunday night we went to see The Who in concert. Yeah, I got trashed again. Tequila - to kill ya!

So Monday rolls around, I look in the sink. Halfheartedly swirl the dishes around and pour fresh water over them. Hangover = can't even think about food, lucky I made it to work. Monday night, still hungover and just quietly fall asleep on the couch with the kittum purring on top of me.

Tuesday - up and at 'em for work. Tuesday night, dinner at the boyfriends. I start getting sick. Nausea, diaorrhea etc. After spending a very unpleasant night on his bathroom floor, I get home Wednesday morning and call in sick. Looked in the sink. Dishes still haven't miraculously been washed. This makes me heave. Spend 4 hours in the bathroom.

Go to sleep.

Wake up this morning feeling miles better. Realise that I'm going to Arizona tomorrow. Look in the sink. Ah fuck! Dishes need to be done, the apartment is a shit tip.

Week old washing up is not fun. I did my dishes as soon as I was done eating tonight. And I pissed off the crazy old bat next door by vacuuming at 10pm :D
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 14 Nov 2008, 6:51, Reply)