Footprints

I went a little nuts today and cleaned again. This morning, before I went to work, I was brushing my teeth and I just kinda grabbed the scrubber and went to town on the sink. The whole time I was thinking, "I'm doing this, but I know it's not the end of it."

After I got off work today, I went to the grocery store and spent about 10 minutes, perusing the cleaning aisle, and eventually purchased some ridiculous cleaning spray, a steel wool scrubber/sponge, a large scrubber-on-a-stick type thing, and a new laundry rack thing for my clothes, seeing as the old one is in complete disrepair, missing several clips, and the hanger has long since broken, forcing me to use to hangers to ingeniously suspend it from the bar or wherever. Oh, and a new light bulb for the light over the kitchen sink, which has been burnt out for the last, I dunno, three months or so.

So, I got home, changed the bulb, marvelled at the brightness that filled the cooking area, and started taking apart the toilet/bathroom to give it a thorough scrub down. I busted out some hard core scrubbing, and, to my satisfaction, it turned out ok. Some of what was there was, how should I say, something akin to a stelagmite, crystaline in nature and more or less molecularly fused with the seat itself, but I did the best I could.

I think what triggered it this time around was noticing the footprint in the bathroom. There should never be a footprint in the bathroom.