The past few days have been spent with me cleaning more than I ever thought possible. When I moved into my new apartment, because of the crappy renovators my landlord who doesn't know what the hell she's doing hired, there was an 1/8" thick layer of dust on everything... The cabinets, everything in the bathroom, the top of the fridge, even the blinds... And I just finally got around to cleaning a lot of it. I spent four hours going Mrs. Cleaver in the kitchen, scrubbing everything I could, washing the floor by hand AFTER vacuuming and sweeping first (because even though we'd washed the floor, it still didn't all come up), washing the blinds, bleaching the outside of the fridge... It was an ordeal. Especially with Snickers trying to be in the middle of it all. This is why I need a dog... They don't try to climb into whatever you're trying to clean... and they're just better.
...Somehow in the middle of the now-three day cleaning party, I pulled a muscle in my leg. I'm not exactly sure what or how I did it. All I know is that it's an annoyance. Not pain, but it's like the ringing in your ear that won't stop.
I still managed to get out and have fun (for CHEAP!) this weekend. A few friends from choir and I went to karaoke and I effectively got drunk for under $20, which almost never happens anymore. Of course I had to sing "Goldfinger" and "Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee." Go me.
Even better? I got up after 5 hours of sleep, got to church, and was handed the descant to the Entrance Hymn. I'm just now getting used to my soprano voice, so imagine my surprise when my choir director gave me the sheet of paper loaded with high Gs and said, "I wanted as much power on the top as I could get." Okay... Good morning to me! Time to warm up now! But lemme tell ya, I sang the CRAP out of it, and I think I deafened the people in front of me... All in a day's work.
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