Thank goodness it's a studio

I think I might be able to finish all the cleaning today! Vacuuming is currently more work than I anticipated, since I have a lot of stuff arranged a certain way and they are a pain to drag around (I think I may be sore tomorrow, heh). However, the clear front on the dust collector portion of my vacuum cleaner means that this is not without entertainment value. So far when I gaze into it I can see, in addition to dust and hair (gross, I am apparently still shedding a bucket), three pieces of pasta, one watch battery, and a tablet of motrin. And a small round metallic bead of around 1mm in diameter that I do not recognize at all but, so it goes).

I keep coming across new areas that I have yet to wipe down. My bathroom is still sadly in need of one of those shelves that can be erected over the watertank. I think my neighbors (those who are still in) have concluded that I've gone insane since I got all the windows open for the cleaning and Pandora was just belting out Phantom of the Opera over the clangs and crashes that I have been generating. I also think I deserve a curry for all my trouble (also because I'm trying to avoid messing up my pristine kitchen -- surely the cleaniness is meant to last more than two hours?) but am dubious as to whether or not that Thai restaurant a short walk away is still open today. For reasons unbeknownst to me the Laundromat near my place is actually closed this week (with no signs or explanations of whatsoever) so I had to take my stuff to another Laundromat, given that I don't know when this one will be open again.

Also? I smell like lemon and bleach.

Happy soon to be another decade, everyone! I'll be at Lucy's tomorrow to commemorate the occasion.

[Edit 11:08]
For the record: HomeLife brand gloves suck. They leaked while I was scrubbing with bleach and I know it's leakage, not wet hands or sweat because my hands felt like they were burning. Ironic how I never really had to do the rinse under cold water for 15 minutes thing in all the years I've been lab and ended up having to do it at home for housework. There is some sort analogy there, I think. Or possibly just the proof that the lab-grade gloves are really that much better than drugstore gloves.