Today I vacuumed. I vacuumed my parents' house. I vacuumed a lot.
I am relentless in my efforts to rid this place of all imperfections, all inhibitions, all obstructions. Our plethora of animals (3 dogs, 4 cats) sabatoge my work quicker than I can reclaim its purity. Purity in apperance; purity that is inherent, yet often covered up by the thick veil of Daily Life.
As I push the vacuum cleaner, and pull the vacuum cleaner, backandforthandbackandforth, along every rug in the house, I feel a secret rage grow warm in my belly. I am angry, but determined. I drag the vacuum across the ground, trying to rake over my feelings, leaving a pattern of smooth lines where my tangled feelings of worthlessness had been lingering just a moment ago.
Tomorrow, I will wake up and do it all over again. God help the dog hair and cat puke that dare to cross me.
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This is great... and about being unemployed, heard back from Barnes and Noble yet?
Maybe if you brushed the dogs, your vacuuming efforts would be minimized.
Meow.............ME-YOW.
P.S. to Cinderella
Your efforts are important and appreciated. And certainly not worthless. You're learning one of life's harsh little lessons: Into each life, a little doghair must fall.
Suck it up, kid.
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