Magic Blue Smoke
August 6th, 2005 byOk, so do yourself a favor and don’t mix generic toilet bowl cleaner and lysol. I did just this in my downstairs bathroom this afternoon, creating a rather large quantity of vinegar smelling misty smoke stuff. Had to clear out of there for a while, returning only 10 minutes later with a rag over my mouth and a broomstick to flush the cleaners away. Yup, that’s right… it’s cleaning time. Got a house mate moving in tomorrow. I’m trying to make the place a bit more presentable. I’m made a hard promise to keep all public areas clean. No exceptions. I’m convinced that keeping my place clean is feasible only in inverse proportion to the quantity of things in my place. The less shit, the easier it is to keep it tidy. I’m getting a complex about this. Being stuck here with all this stuff for the last month has driven me to the verge of breakdown. It’s maddening. You should see my car. It’s like almost really clean inside. My laptop bag, my camera bag… organized. It feels so out of character but it feels so good to bring order out of chaos.