Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Not Quite Obsessively Clean, But Still Pretty Clean

After sitting around for a bit and talking to my mother I built up enough motivation to get started on the whole thorough cleaning thing.
It wasn’t exactly scrubbing with a  toothbrush thorough, but it was at least getting down on my hands and knees and cleaning the baseboards thorough (And yes mother; I did wash the windows).
As I was in the midst of it all I did consider calling up Brian and finding out what maid service he and Kathleen use, but ultimately decided against it.
Speaking of Brian, after I’d finished cleaning the bathroom and had made a good dent in the bedroom I decided to take time out for lunch.
I discovered that Oscar Meyer went all out by actually including the same number of wieners as there are hot dog puns in their bun length wieners.
I also discovered that one package can make for three meals for me.  Three monotonous meals.
So just as I was about to launch into meal number three, my phone beeped and Brian invited me out to lunch.
As I’d been in the process of transferring dirt from the condo to me, I needed to take a quick shower.
I did so, then headed out to meet Brian.
In the waitress department we had two options:  a cute, skinny waitress, and a not-so cute, not so skinny waitress.
I’ll leave it up to you to guess which one we got.
(Hint:  It wasn’t the cute, skinny one.)
Afterwards I headed back home and picked up where I’d left off with the cleaning, only to have my phone beep again a while later.
It was Brian again.  He was having work done on his truck that was going to take a few hours so he wanted me to pick him up and give him a ride home.
I’d been just about to put a load of laundry in but hadn’t gotten to it yet so I was able to grab the clothes I’d worn out earlier and headed off to pick him up.
I wasn’t entirely sure where the garage was, so it was hardly surprising when my phone beeped and Brian said, “Yeah, you just went right past me.”
I turned around and went past again, but managed to turn into an adjacent parking lot.
After dropping him off at home I made my way back to the cleaning.
It didn’t take too much longer (I decided to hold off on the organizing portion until tomorrow), and now my place is sparking and smells all fresh and clean and slightly burnt, as I also set the oven to self-clean while I was working on the rest of the place.
At one point I’d actually forgotten that I set the oven to clean, and was becoming increasingly concerned about that burning smell for a while before eventually realizing that I’m an idiot.
I never tackled the tangled mess of wires behind my desk and I don’t think I will.  I think I’m going to remain content to have them out of sight even if they are a huge, tangled mess that drives me just a little bit crazy because even though I can’t see it I know that it’s there.
It doesn’t keep me up nights, though, so I can live with it.
Speaking of being up nights, or rather, not being up nights, I’ve been thinking that I might use my vacation time to buy a new bed.
Sure, I could do that without being on vacation, but when you consider that I’ll be spending a significant amount of money, as one generally does on vacation, and will ultimately be sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, it’s sort of like actually going on vacation.
Okay, not really, but it’s as close as I’m likely to get to actually doing something.
I’ve held off on buying a new bed even though I’ve wanted one for a while simply because it is a lot of money to pay for something that doesn’t even have RAM.
Sure, I’ll get plenty of use out of it, but it’s a safe bet that none of that use will be any fun.
Still, I am pretty tired of the crappy bed I have, so I guess it’s time to finally take the plunge.
In any case, the fact that I spent pretty much the entire day cleaning means that I didn’t do anything else of note, so I guess that will do it for this entry.

1 comment:

Merlin T Wizard said...

Sure, the new bed won't come with RAM, but that doesn't mean that you can't install it aftermarket. Just make a small incision in the side of the mattress, insert your DIMMS or SIMMS, sew it up, and you've got a high tech sleeping apparatus that will make all the other nerds jealous. "You've got a Serta, huh? Well my bed has 2 gigs of RAM!"

I need sleep.