So it's now Monday morning, Mark is in lab, and the floors are still fucking filthy. He did do most of the laundry, though, as well as going grocery shopping and stopping to buy a book for me that I desperately needed, so I guess I can't complain too much. I'm not cleaning the fucking floors, though. They are just going to stay dirty until he does it, I swear.
Yeah. Right. We'll see if I can make it until noon.