My Own Crusade

K. My butt-sore emo-unstable period has passed and I'm back to my normal, why the hell should I care at this point, self.

After a little gameplay, some football and some manic refridgerator cleaning, I'm back where I should be, and I'm pumped listening to a little Coheed and Cambria, who are still pretty much the greatest band alive.

I cleaned the shit out of that refridgerator. I cleaned it good. Since I've gotten back, I've been on this ridiculous cleaning streak that continued this morning with the fridge. The other day I was taking a pee and I got so disgusted all of a sudden with the state of the floor and toilet and surrounding areas that I just took everything out of there, snagged the mop and went to town. I had to do some srubbing, and sweeping, and uh, filth removing, including but not limited to the actual scrub brush that's in there that's filthier than the toilet itself, which is now encrusted with the crystaline urea of 4 years worth of inhabitants.

After I finished cleaning out the bathroom I figured I should hop in the shower and wash off the filth which had made its way onto my person, at which point I figured I might as well clean the shower too since I started cleaning early to have time to finish before having to get ready for work. I scrubbed the everliving shit out of the shower too, including the floor which had this nice marble look to it but which in all actuality is just plan light grey. Huh. Never would have though. Anyway, the damn thing glows now.

So the fridge today was the next logical extension of my Cleaning Crusade, given the age of certain dipping sauces which had managed to corrode the glass which at one point contained them and coagulated like platelets among other the bottles, forming an impermeable oyster sauce barrier that has represented the door of my fridge since the first day I moved in. Once this was out of the way, I emptied about 5*10^6 bottles of old salad dressing, bbq sauce, wasabi, and other unknown but similarly pungent sauces, emptied the rest of the fridge, cleaned the shelves, threw out old crap, and reorganized the remains to better suit the newly appropriable space. I give it, I dunno, a week before it's back to square one. I also hope I didn't throw out anything that wasn't really rotten yet, but oh well. Sacrifices must be made in the name of progress, right?

I wonder what's next, since everything I'm cleaning occupies shared space and so far my room remains untouched....for now.