Too Hot and Too Much

I need to start riding my bike. It's just been so hot, but I wasn't riding it when the weather was nice. Had I taken advantage of this unemployment, I'd have been riding the bike every morning and going to the free yoga every Sunday as well as doing the month of Bikram for @29 which is an amazing deal. I should have lost 20-30 lbs by now. Instead, I get out of breath just walking a block now and the stairs nearly kill me.

I should have been making three trips downstairs each night and I'm lucky if I get down there once. It's going to get close to 100 out next week and I doubt the air fresheners I have going will be of any help if I don't keep eliminating the sources of the odor. I really was surprised the other day at what I uncovered. Also, the liquid in the tub smells. It escapes the bathroom window and blows into the front room where I currently sit. I have loads of empty gallon and half gallon jugs from bleach and water. I'm filling them with the standing liquid in the tub to at least seal it and then discarding as I can. It's gross and not optimal but it's all I've got.

Today was unbearably hot. I vacuumed the outside hallway and pledged the door and railings out there. Yum lemony. Bet there's a complaint under the door about the lemon. Too fucking bad. If she'd leave me alone I wouldn't have gotten into this situation. She won't keep me in it though. This year the apartment gets cleaned to the teeth. Once I am employed the plumbing will get fixed and in the Spring I will take back my porch.

Every time I uncover a patch of floor I'll Pledge it. Funny the hallway isn't even near clean. There is a tallboy bureau there and I could likely fill an entire bag with whatever is under/behind it.

If you see yourself going down this road, please please ask for help before it gets out of hand. Hire a cleaning lady every 8 weeks or whatever you can budget. It doesn't make you lazy; it makes you proactive. The alternative sucks. I have to have at least the bathroom and living room clean by the time the roofers and tuck-pointers come. I'm sure Annie Wilkes will have instructed them to peek inside my windows. I don't want to give them the answer she wants to hear. No I'm not being paranoid (despite suffering from intense paranoia all my life) she's really that psycho.