My bathroom is the cleanest room in my apartment.

You can tell, because there's no pile of dirty clothes/old credit card statements/excess Tupperware in it, like there is in my apartment's other three rooms.

I even decorated!



See the shelf with the vase, and the wall thingy with the candles? See how the storage bins over the toilet are kind of symmetrical?

The bathroom-cleaning thing happened yesterday. It is the beginning of a week-long frenzy of general apartment-spiffing-up, culminating in a party Friday evening. (If you aren't invited, don't be sad - you probably aren't interested in coming. It's kind of like a book club, except instead of getting together and drinking and pretending to talk about books, we get together and drink and play Harry Potter Scene It?) It's my first time hosting, and I'm a little nervous - you know how judgemental those fangirls can be.

This evening, I went shopping for crepe paper, napkins and a Swiffer duster - one more weapon in my War on Cat Hair. I finally finished a craft project I've been wanting to do for at least a year, involving painting ugly red decorative Valentine's Day lights a more subdued silver color. I've got a pumpkin roasting in the oven, and all sorts of lovely ideas for what to do with it when it comes out. I transplanted my basil into a bigger pot.

But what I really should be doing is cleaning my living room.