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January 24, 2003

That Friday Feeling

I knew it was about to happen. It had been building up for days, even weeks.

The dustballs that gather in corners and crevices had been left to multiply and the small irritating things, such as discarded cheese wrappers and scraps of old wallpaper, had been neglected rather than taken care of.

Then T fell down the stairs when reaching for his bottle and got a fat lip.

Later in the evening I was told I had to change my ways. That I had to accept more responsibility for the general state of affairs. That certain standards needed to be upheld. That this was the last time this conversation should take place.

Tomorrow we'll hoover and put a few things away and things will be back to normal for a while.

Posted by Nicklas at January 24, 2003 11:53 PM