Domestic

Last night I felt very domestic. I spent most of the evening cleaning, and did a decent-ish job on the living room and the bedroom. Usually I start with the kitchen, work my way through the living room, then on to the bedroom, by which time I'm too sick of cleaning even to consider tackling the perpetually revolting den. I skipped the kitchen this time, partly because it's in better shape than the rest of the apartment, and partly because Lut's more likely to clean the kitchen than any other room. (Those two facts are not unrelated.)
( Slice of life ramblings, and it's not an interesting life )