Losing it...

Today, in a fit of boredom, I cleaned up my entire 'area' next to the couch, which included:

-windexing the inside of the front door
-windexing my hamper
-windexing the walls
-putting away all the shit (leather-working kits?!?!) that somehow fell underneath the stool in the corner
-putting away the extension cord and fan that had been sitting in the middle of everything for the past two months
-washing all the clothes that fell behind the couch
-sweeping and mopping
-windexing the lamp
-windexing a picture hanging on the wall that was so nicotine stained, you couldn't really tell what was going on (heh)
-windexing this useless piece of white laminate or something that sits behind the lamp in my corner for no reason. I'll probably end up throwing it out tomorrow. HEH.

THEN I re-arranged all the books, VHS and DVDs in the main DVD shelf.

Jesus balls. My logic behind all this is that I'll pick one little area of the house every day or so and clean the bejesus out of it. Then, eventually, this place will become livable again. Tomorrow? The opposite corner with the chair. It's SO GROSS back there. Ugh. AND I have to throw out all the excess molding (for the laminate flooring we put in three years ago that was, for some strange reason, 'stored' behind the couch) so I can get my new dresser thing into the corner where the stool is.

Already got the bathroom and some of the hallway done last week.

I was wishing tonight that I could go out and get a green cover for the couch, but I'm officially out of money. I mean, I HAVE money, but it's all going toward my storage unit on the first and my phone bill on the 15th. I think I'm gonna shut my domain down 'cause I never effing use it anyway. I have less than a half tank of gas, so I guess I'm not going anywhere. So I'll just stay here and clean!

Bleh bleh bleh. I'm going fucking batshit insane.

I wish I could drive that fucking truck so I could start taking shit to the dump. But THEN I start thinking that it costs $16 for each run. This whole house is gonna end up costing hundreds of dollars, not to mention all the gas it's gonna take for that beast of a truck. UGHHHH.

I'M DRIVING MYSELF INSANE. THIS is why I drink and work! If I don't, I start turning into a fucking psychotic, germaphobic housewife.

This house should be fucking condemned. SOMEONE BUY US A NEW HOUSE!