I burn with the hatred of a thousand fiery suns...

... to quote joane.

Hate my landlord.

Words cannot express how much I loathe, despise, and utterly hate this man. If someone were to come, dump kerosene over his head and set him alight, I would stand by and watch with something akin to glee.

Schadenfreude, my friends, that's the ticket.

I have to go to Canadian Tire in a few minute.

Grr.

In other news, I am over last night's pity-party. Nothing to see here, move along. :P

Geek

2390 Points says I'm a Level 6 Geek, Leader of the Golden Crown and Admiral of the Fleet.



I'm not sure how accurate that is, but oh well. :)

Busy, busy busy

Am Blitzkrieging apartment this weekend. This is because the Landlord saw fit to inform me that the bank wants to appraise the building on Tuesday. Normally I was going to start cleaning slowly this weekend and build my way up to a state of incredible cleanliness. So clean, in fact, that you could eat off the floor.

As it is, now, of course, I shall have to do it in one-quarter the time I had planned.

Hate my Landlord. Hatehatehate.

:::hate:::

I am a seething cauldron of undiluted, unadulterated hatred.

Hah!

( Boring domestic stuff )

TO WAR!!!!

This is taking longer than I thought

Kitchen is clean, except for floor, which is not washed.

Bathroom is half-done.

Must now go have dinner with the Maternal Unit, as I promised her I would have an early Thanksgiving dinner with her tonight.

Then I will return, work on some Bluebook stuff with joane, and then probably continue cleaning. Bleah.

Tomorrow, the Quest for Cleanliness continues. Stay tuned for the next thrilling issue! :P

I have a post in mind about how I want to be leading my life right now, but it has been shoved unceremoniously to a back burner due to this new development involving liberal applications of household cleaner to the various surfaces of my apartment.

Faugh, I say!