I have been cleaning since 11:00. I'm not supposed to do heavy cleaning. But I have to. My dad has to come in Sun. to help me get in my new aquarium and stand and the keyboard. If my place isn't spotless he will jump up my asshole, around in my intestines, and back out my asshole. I am having a serious hay fever attack. And I got angry cleaning (a very healthy angry). Because I thought of all the time Jeff was living with me, knowing damn well I am not supposed to clean, the least the fucker could/should have done when he came i at night and headed tto the kitchen for a soda, was pick up whatever I may have dropped that day and put it in the garbage! Then I wouldn't be sitting here, elbow-deep in trash, nose running and sneezing non-stop, gagging on rhinitus, eyes watering so hard I can't see straight, body hurting, fever, and dizzy. 
So anyways, tonight I need to get all areas but the kitchen finished. I can do the kitchen tomorrow. So I have done about 65%. I need to get the broom behind the TV, under the futon, around the kitchen table, and the hallway to the bedroom. Then it's a hot shower to sweat out the fever, scrub anything left making my sinuses go wacky, and soothe muscles. Then Benadryl and a nap.
So anyways, tonight I need to get all areas but the kitchen finished. I can do the kitchen tomorrow. So I have done about 65%. I need to get the broom behind the TV, under the futon, around the kitchen table, and the hallway to the bedroom. Then it's a hot shower to sweat out the fever, scrub anything left making my sinuses go wacky, and soothe muscles. Then Benadryl and a nap.