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Sun, Jun. 15th, 2008, 05:55 am
Good Morning, USA...

Boy, do I have work to do. I'm getting company on Monday, and the whole cleaning process is slow. I can't imagine what this place would look like if I allowed the dust to accumulate for a week. It would be an ugly, gray-covered wonderland. A dust angel or two may appear as a token of my inebriated nights. I can imagine myself walking around with dust/dirt clouds like Pig Pen.

It's really a bit of a hassle due to this new recycling thing that the borough has imposed upon us. As of the end of June all business (that includes landlords and tenants) must recycle everything or the building could be fined and a lease violation is handed out to the tenant. We've already had to hear about how we're not recycling everything that is supposed to be. Any contaminated items--food or otherwise--are not to be recycled. I should just shit on everything. It'd save me time. It's not that I mind, but I just don't like the whole mandatory thing. You have to do this or you could get evicted--for throwing out a soda can!

In the mean time I'm scrubbing, dusting, and vacuuming in preparation for the arrival of my guests. It's a good thing, I guess, for I'm paying attention to areas and details that I don't often pay attention to during normal cleaning procedures. In addition, I like getting up at four in the morning. There's a serene feeling that just calms any person who will stop to soak it in.

So off I go to disturb my carpal tunnel syndrome and aggravate my post-surgical seroma. Thank goodness for Ritalin.