dear housemates--

i have some good news and some bad news. the good news: i had some delicious indian food today and it nourished me. the bad news: is manifold.

1. our house is filled with insects. this is not new, nor is it completely reversible; however, it would be nice to reduce their access to our resources. let us all make an attempt to seal food in bags or containers and eliminate waste immediately. this especially applies to cans that have contained beverages. rinse them out and put them in the recycling thing, lest i sneak into your room at night and kill you with my forehead.
2. the level of dishwashing in this house could be higher. by this, i mean that objects in the drying rack are often oily and yellowed (cf. today, several items of tupperware) or have some kind of mysterious dried membrane on them (cf. today, the green cutting board). it is deflating to have to re-wash these. sometimes i have an awesome boner going and then i find something truly appalling in the drying rack, and poof! no more boner. the less often i have boners, the more often i enter the bathroom while you are showering and shriek at you in german while bleeding.
3. i am fairly certain that no members of the house (present company included) fulfilled their allotted hour of cleaning last weekend. let us avenge this blot on the record of our tenure at 17 bartlett by cleaning the house thoroughly tomorrow. the backyard is chaotic; however, our bathrooms are horrific. if we have to choose between cleaning them, let's take care of the bathrooms. i did the kitchen this evening, including the floors, and will embark on some major cleaning project tomorrow as well, perhaps the floors of the rest of the house. i may also do a bathroom, but just thinking about that is making the very core of my being resonate with pain and fear. I AM BECOME DEATH, DESTROYER OF WORLDS.

in conclusion: insects, dishes, bathrooms.

with enduring love,
jesseth