A morning of Dishes and Harry Potter

I got up this morning and started doing dishes by hand, putting them all on the counter to let them dry, then packed them away in boxes.  Leaving only a few out for the next week and a half so I can have something to eat on. They are mostly the hideous, ugly mugs and plates I'll be sure to put in the recycling room for others to grab if they wish.

The kitchen is still a disaster. I feel bad for the next people who are going to move in here.  Well, I thought it was a step up when I moved in, but now all I can see is the disgustingly negative aspects of this dump.  There's just about so many things wrong, I think the other place I lived in (in this same building) was actually better, with the exception of size. 

The bathroom sinks stink here, the kitchen cupboards are made with those strips of plastic/paper/vinyl crap, whatever that is, and they are torn off in places leaving a disgusting view of the rotten plywood beneath.  I was just under the sink cleaning up the dirt that had accumulated.  The stains on the bottom there are horrid.  It just feels so dirty all over, it makes me feel dirty just thinking about it.  The drawers are terrible, they are empty but the sheet layers some previous tenants laid down are so bubbly, dirty and nasty. 

The fridge, oh, the fridge is so small, everything is on top of each other, and then of course when I can't find anything things go bad deep in the back, or deeply buried under things.  I just don't understand why all the housing units here are so terrible.  Well, I'm so glad I'm moving to a place that is a step, way up.  I can't wait to put my feet on the grass, I'm tired of balconies. 

I"m watching Harry Potter 2 right now, taking a break from the filth.   I've got about 33 boxes packed so far.