Two more days, so much to do. I hate this apartment. It's the most disgusting thing on the planet. I gave up on some things ages ago, because no matter what I did, they never looked like I cleaned them at all. Someone painted some of the trim and moldings with gloss paint which seems to stain something fierce. It's grotesque. It's gross because I got depressed, and the first victims of depression are household and personal hygiene. I am determined to fix the first, the second was never an issue; though I seriously need a haircut. I look horrid.