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I cleaned the basement today. As usual it was filthy. When wiping the glass front of the second washing machine (the one I'm not using), my cloth sported 5mm of black dirt...that's a lot! I complained to C that the others probably weren't doing their scheduled cleaning. His reply: "Well, sweetie. They're probably not cleaning the same way you are." Why does that make me feel like Monica from "Friends"?

Yesterday we received a letter addressed to C. On the envelope it said: "A chance for MS patients and those close to them." I did wonder about it, but I didn't open it. Not my mail. When the mail was finally opened the letter said: "New joy in life for disabled people." I have to say that rather p***** me off. First of all, I'm not disabled. Second of all, even if I was disabled, then I still think the letter should have been addressed to me. So because you're disabled, you suddenly can't make your own decisions or read your own mail?

I wanted to do some more writing and reviewing today, but by the time I finished with the bead shop it was already 21:00, then I had to fill the garbage and take a shower (before 22:00!). I could of course do some now...it'll require a mug of Earl Grey, though. There's also some leftovers from dinner...hmmmm. :)

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