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Spring Cleaning.
Somewhere, there is a special little niche of Hell being prepared just for me. It has a very dirty carpet. I don't mind the dirty carpet--in fact, I'm fine with the dirty carpet--but there's a small man vacuuming this carpet into eternity. Vacuuming and vacuuming and vacuuming, but the carpet never gets cleaner. And the man never turns the *#!@)^%$&#% vacuum cleaner off! It just drones on and on until I grind my teeth into my gums and go mad.
How do I know this? God has seen fit to give me sneak preview for five to ten minutes every morning at this time. Oh look, my knuckles are already white.
How do I know this? God has seen fit to give me sneak preview for five to ten minutes every morning at this time. Oh look, my knuckles are already white.