That you clean one damn room and instead of being able to rest on your laurels (if anyone would give you any damned laurels.... and are they comfy enough to rest upon anyway?) you realize that the clean room makes the dirty rooms look even shittier.

There's just no winning.

Take note of the tag. That bad boy is unlikely to come up with any regularity.

I have not cleaned since before planning began on the walkathon.

I know.

Seriously.

Dust bunnies were on top of the furniture. I haven't looked underneath the furniture. I'm too afraid.

Mike's plethora of anime figures are sparkling. His Armitage lunchbox is gleaming. Kubrick boxes have been dusted. Shelves have been dusted. All the stereo and TV stuff has been dusted. We found a Spongebob DVD that has been missing for... I kid you not... two years.

I turned off the ceiling fan and am about to tackle dusting it, then I've got the other CD and DVD shelving unit, then have to sweep and mop the entryway, and then vacuum the living room, then smudge, then I'm done. Well, with that room anyway.

I want to do the adjacent office area but I don't know if my sinuses can take it.

::whimper:::