a) cleaning
b) reading the fucking count of fucking monte cristo.
somehow, neither of these sound very APPEALING at the moment.... god dammit.
i've decided to compromise. i'm going to empty the dishwasher *in my family, this will suffice as cleaning* and listen to some lovely music and dance round and round the kitchen and sing at the top of my lungs and thank god no one is home. weeee... i'll come back in a few minutes unless i convince myself to read this wretched thing.
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