Chapter 7 Chores

Verse 1

Household chores are the death of joy! Nothing can kill the joy found in a day off from work such as the looming presence of things that has to be done at home. Things such at washing up, vacuuming and my personal pet hate, doing the dishes.
There is something about that small mountain of dirty dishes that always make me look longingly at the computer. The thing is of course that for every time i decide to indulge myself and ignore the dishes is that the mountain grows larger. The circle of doom is endless, at least until i run out of plates and glasses.

Verse 2

There is a weird seemingly impossible connection between the dislike one feels for doing those chores and the small amount of actual time it takes to do them.
If it took hours upon hours to vacuum the apartment it would be one thing but it doesn't, it takes some 30 minutes but the load of angst and aversion is huge.
They say that some people think that it is relaxing and fun to do stuff like that but i find that very unlikely. It would be like saying that some people actually thought that Battlefield Earth was a good movie.

Verse 3

Soon i'm off to a friends place to educate my girlfriend in the greatness of the Alien saga.
Yes! I have done the dishes.