I hate cleaning...

I'm sitting here complaining about how much I hate cleaning, so I don't have to do it. I did dishes, isn't that enough?

No? Well shit...

My place is a wreck and I’m too tired to give a damn. I want to put my Christmas tree up, but I need to clean to do it and since I haven't had a party here since St Patrick’s day I haven't had a reason to clean. So I haven't. And the last three weeks at work have been hell, so I've been way to tired when I’ve gotten home to do anything about it. And having worked three Saturdays in a row I haven't gotten much done on the weekends.

so instead I sit here listening to the Rent soundtrack, reading LJ and watching Roseanne. gah.