Another weekend. Another time to re-group, re-fresh, re-bump, re-whatever everything I half-bakedly done last week such as:
- washing and pressing the laundry
- scrubbing the bathroom
- putting things in place
- disposing of the garbage
- defrosting the fridge
- and lastly, cleaning that grimy roach-infested kitchen cabinet below the sink (I believe I haven’t done it since the start of the year) T_T
Thoughts like these are among the things that make me feel good about weekends. But more so often they make me feel bad too.
