Monday, April 18, 2011


My place is a typical bachelor pad -- i.e., not the cleanest place in the world. Not that there are any health code violations. But there are papers and books and novel excerpts scattered about. Which is fine. I live alone so I only have to answer to myself. And as one of my friends once pointed out, it's not messy. It's artsy. 

But yesterday I new I was going to have company, so I started cleaning. I got some serious work done on the kitchen and bathroom and half of the living room. The other half and my bedroom could still use a little work. But it's a start.

And now I can walk around without stepping on something.

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