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Saturday, April 22, 2006

Family visit

So far my grandmother has done all the dishes, vacuumed the apartment, and dusted everything. It didn't occur to me to get annoyed that she didn't think my house was clean enough, because, really, it's not. And it did motivate me to mop the kitchen floor and clean my bathroom, both of which were fucking nasty.

And now my living room is spotless. So that's good.



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