weekend

a weekend is supposed to be when you get time-off from work. Instead, i am dripping with sweat trying to accomplish the satisfaction of a so-called 'owning my own place & keeping it to look like a place I call home' mission.

Not subscribing a cable channel to this place is probably a good idea because I don't trust myself with house chores once I got a clicker in my hands. When I do, it'll be..."there goes my weekend".

Living room? done.
Room? done.
Laundry? halfway. The dryer is still spinning.
Cat's bath? probably tomorrow.
Breakfast? what breakfast?
PC area? ..........long pause, no answer.

Ignorance is bliss? Naahhhh.... and now the dryer's stopped spinning. Now where's the iron?