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walk through picknick

ive been into a slight depressive slump since my brother moved out of state, which means i have neglected all forms of housework possible.

add 90+ degree heat for a week or more without air conditioning, and there is no way i am going to turn on the stove for cooking, run hot water for dishes, or pumping the dryer for laundry. no way jose.

the landlord called last night and informed us that they are refinancing the building and will need to do a walk through each apartment friday at 1pm.

every dish (save for two forks and one glass) we own is dirty.
nearly every item of clothing we own is dirty.
the livingroom exploded into a messy sewing room.
the fish tank is - yuck - b's responsibility.

i did the most logical thing: i panicked.

b directed me towards the dishes and told me to focus there while he ran around and did what he could elsewhere. two hours later i was asleep on my throbbing feet, but all of the dishes were done. all i want to do is crawl in bed and sleep; is that too much to ask?