Deep Cleaning Conundrum

I completed the deep cleaning of my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) last week. Sadly, maintaining that clean state requires a thorough cleaning every couple of days. The dust from the adjacent highway forms a thick layer of soot on everything. And, the clothes dryer vent outlet is apparently right next to the small bathroom window. A thick film of lint forms in a matter of hours since Alan, the "chef," and Tom, questionable drunkard, are doing laundry chores every day now. In fact, I am relegated to use the washing machine outside the house because the morons all do the laundry at the same time in the afternoon (coincidentally when I return to the dump).

Typical Leisurely Hottie

I can safely state that I don't want to do anymore houseboy chores. I am in the twilight of my life. I cannot waste any time on mundane chores. That's why I don't bother to cook food for myself. That's also why the "blog" is no longer published in daily format. Why waste time on any foolishness? I would rather loiter at various locations in leisure.

Scene from "Sweet Karma"

By the way, I happened to view a couple of "mainstream" flicks (courtesy bit-torrent download) on the poor man's home theater system, "Edge of Tomorrow" and "Sweet Karma." The latter was a great flick, even though it was clearly low budget. The best part was when Karma shot off the Vienna Sausage of one of the bad guys using a gun. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Slob Manor Mini-Update®
According to Alan, the "chef" engaged in a conversation with the landlord recently. The landlord is allegedly planning to remodel the dump. Haven't we heard that story before? The main concern is that the rent will increase subsequently. Of course, I made no mention that I'm outta here at the end of next month.