i'm going to clean my house. when i say clean "my" house, i mean that i see the place like an escher painting, with parts of the walls and floors gone. that's "her" house, the remainder, and it is messy and smelly and covered in fruit flies. they don't pay rent on "her" house, but "my" house is paid and will be clean.

beyond that, i have reserved this day for myself, except for the sneaking obligation to buy red cups and trash buckets.

i can't afford the blue cheese salad and banana's foster that i'm headed out to have for lunch, but i can't afford to waste my early 20's either. then writing, or looking for jobs, or playing games or whatever.

i am ready for this.