She nearly kills self, but exercises restraint instead.

In Germany, Sundays are the deadest of dead. I'd accidentally left my watch alarm on, and so was awake at 7am. Damn.

I wasn't in the mood for contemplation, reading or otherwise, and the house was beckoning me. CLEAN ME. I really didn't want to. But I made myself. I knew I'd feel better if I did. I seriously hate cleaning (except for vacuuming which has a pleasurable sound and obvious results). Usually I clean while on the phone so I don't notice I'm doing it, but lately, I've been so laid back that I lay on the kitchen floor while on the phone. Or languish on the couch. Rather than multitasking. This may be a positive argument for multitasking. The unfortunate fact is that I don't like having a dirty house or giant mess, or maybe I should say that it's fortunate, otherwise I'd be living in a giant pigsty bachelors' pad, content to dig clothes out of the dirty pile and wear shoes indoors always. (Not a fan of crap under my feet.)

So I got to work. Even washed all the floors and cleaned the toilet with putrid-smelling vinegar (trying out 'natural' methods). Sick. I think I'd hire a housekeeper, but if I did that in Germany, I'd probably be shot for laziness.

Laundry procrastination = Self Jail in Basement, since each load takes TWO hours. The Evil Dishwasher redistributes and heat-glues all the food onto all the dishes, so I handwashed them afterward. The Germans are good at cars, horrid at appliances. The Damn Garage Door Opener was acting up again. It was supposed to be a new one. I took it apart and saw that part of it had been *hot-glued* together. So that part fell off. I think it was made in 1989. Why cannot I just buy a new one? Since I fixed it myself this time, does that mean that I'm becoming more German?