here’s the thing. i’m half-way through with the Great Apartment Rearranging of 2003 and i’m bored. i’m sweaty, a little achy, and covered in a fine coat of dust and cat hair. but, seeing as i’m only half-way throug the apartment is a state of complete chaos. walking is trecherous. there’s a bookcase in the middle of the living room and well, i just really want to take a shower and a nap. but i won’t. i’ll finish this up if it kills me. i might even do the hallway and entryway.

next weekend the kitchen and the bathroom and the closets. i’m not looking forward to that. why is it that the rooms where we do the most “sanitary” things (eating and bathing) are the most disgusting? blech.