Clean

I cleaned the bathroom

Poured various cleaning supplies everywhere, and scrubbed, and plucked random long hairs off the side of the sink (Girls!).

It was fun. Ish. I had to do it, or my apartment mates would fine me.

Yah.

That's our new system. We all got chores, and if we don't do them, we get fined.

Which is annoying but also motivating. Truth be told, I probably wouldn't have cleaned the bathroom today if not for the threat of being fined.

I always forget how satisfying and frustrating it is to clean. Satisfying to spray and wipe and watch the dirt come right off. Frustrating to see the corners that never get clean and the dust that always resettles and the stains that won't come out!

And then there's the headache I have, a mixture of hunger and ammonia scents.

Now my room.

Then I'll feel like a human being, one who buys groceries and does her dishes, and cleans the bathroom and has artwork from her friends on the walls of her room.