Get 'er Done
The state of my apartment really hit home the other day when I got a call from my landlady while I was in a rehearsal insisting she heard water running, and wanted to know if she could go into my apartment to make sure everything was alright (prompted I am sure by the paranoia incurred by the flood that occurred a few months ago in our building). My main thought was that her entering my apartment would result in my prompt eviction from the premises should she enter the unsightly black hole that is currently my living quarters. I managed to convince her that there was absolutely no way the running water was coming from my place, all the while questioning if, in my hungover state, I actually had left the water running and would once again flood my downstairs neighbor who already despises me. I got home that night to find everything okay--no flood, no eviction notice--however the incident did serve as a wake up call.
Over the past few weeks I have had my Deer Hunter moments of depression and have been angry enough to strangle a puppy. But that is no excuse for living in squalor. So I am issuing a (sort of) public challenge to myself to have my place somewhat presentable by the end of the month.
For those four aformentioned readers of this journal, please feel free to check in with me on this. I need all the encouragement I can get.