Steamy

It's weeks like this when I really do wish I started all this in March when I should have. At that time, I said to myself, "Fine - I have time now - this apartment gets clean." Right. Well it's sticky as hell this week and it's been sticky as hell all month and I really wish I could have accomplished more, especially as it would have avoided harassment by the condo-nazis.

Last night was the first night since Friday that I brought anything down and it was because of odor. I can't understand why for a period I didn't smell it. The worst was I didn't realize I smell like this place. I got a box and two bags down and huffed and puffed all the way. Unfortunately, I also filled a rubbermaid container with things I'm keeping to get them out of my way and it is now blocking my path. There's a big box behind it too. Not my most properly thought-out move.

My goal from the beginning of this project has been to ride my bike each morning because this amount of inactivity has really taken its toll. I literally sit all day. I wish I could use the back door. At least I could get a couple more bags down through the back way. Who knows what my neighbor has piled up outside my door though. And I don't want to run into any of them. At any rate, I have to get these bags out of here to do any hardcore cleaning; I need my body in better shape to make more than two trips out each night and I need to move my body or this is going to kill me and stop ordering in to eat. It's just more to haul down and it's unhealthy.

I am getting down to gross parts of the pile in my living room. The garbage piled under that first layer of bags. Oh how did I let this happen?