grumbling (harsh light)

you return home from an amazing, uplifting trip, were you experienced a fresh new breath on life, completed some work: "life is good."

...and you return to fucking crusty cheese and taco parts in the sink....in a dirty pan on the center-room table (it SHOULD be a dinner table) and all over the living room....we don't even venture there unless equipped with a mask. and of course, the ever present scent of rotten celery, body oder and....FUCKING OLD TACOS.

yea, this can't last for too long.