I come to you from a small island of furniture here at Löloffaskozia. The floor around me is very clean, the rug under me is like a crowded dorm room from a group of guys who said “hey, I got a chair! What? You’ve got a couch?! Sweet! Let’s put all this crap in a shoebox and try to live there!.”
Have you ever noticed that when you start cleaning your goal keeps getting farther and farther away as you find more stuff to clean. Fill up the mop water, find something else, forget the mop water’s sitting there as you write some stupid monologue about cleaning and have to go get more warm water.
Ah yeah…time to leave the island
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