No maid. Again. Dangit!

If there's one thing I hate about not having a maid, it's the sudden feeling that everything's dirty. I don't know why, but my fear of encountering the green fruit from hell in the kitchen or anywhere in the house escalates, and it's all I can do to stay in bed with blankets covering me. Eeh. *shudder* Though I've made a pact with my brother that I won't step into the kitchen or do anything kitchen-related (in exchange, I do all the chores the cover the rest of the house), it's been broken, and I've got heebey-jeebeys crawling up my spine.

I'm alone in the house, and I don't even wanna eat lunch because I don't wanna go down after cleaning the frakking kitchen myself. Oh hell. If only I had a wand or something and freaking MAGIC the whole thing sparkling clean and fresh.

It's a sign of breaking down that I'm fantasizing to this degree.

Seriously. Fatal frame. Skydiving. Spiders. Cobras.

Anything but kitchen duty!!

*seeks mental respite in Red vs. Blue*



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