It's taken me 3 days to clean up the nasty-ass fucking mess my disgusting flatmates left behind for me to deal with.
I had to mop the kitchen floor 5 times. (The third time I did it the water was still black at the end, and the kitchen is less than 10x10 feet.) There were rotting vegetables in the fridge drawers, the bottom of the fridge was full of fetid water. There was rancid yogurt spilled all over the shelves. There were EMPTY wrappers from smoked fish tucked away in the back. Yes, at some point someone unwrapped some smoked fish and put the oily WRAPPER back in the fridge.
There was grease all over everything -- that filmy grease that floats in the air from deep frying and settles everywhere. They left me pots, pans, cutlery, plates, dishes, bowls, mugs, chopsticks, 8 tubes of assorted plastic wrap and tin foil, knives, and rusty rice steamers to deal with. They took their trash out of their bedrooms and left it in bags on the kitchen floor for me to take out to the dumpster. In the last 48 hours I have removed 9 full bags of garbage, none of which was mine.
The kitchen is finally done. I am shattered. I've barely slept in 3 days. Last night I finally had 8 hours to myself, and one of my bridesmaids sent me a text at 6 am, waking me up. Instantly my mind started spinning with everything I had to do today, and it became impossible to get back to sleep.
I'm so tired I'm ill. I don't feel awake, but my adreneline is keeping me going. Living on adrenaline is not fun. It gives me the shakes, like too much caffeine, and I feel agitated and jumpy. I've got a pounding headache (also from the adrenaline) and I feel slightly nauseas. I just want to go to sleep.
Now I get to clean my room -- it will take about an hour to vacuum and wipe all the surfaces and clean the bathroom -- and then I move out of here altogether. When that happens I will move in to the hotel for the rest of the week, at which point I won't have email. It's unlikely I'll post again until after the wedding, or even have a chance to read your blogs. If Pirate's done his job and gotten the internet hooked up in Plymouth I should be back online sometime next week, a married woman.
And yes, there will be photographs.