Nothing Grosser Than Making Things Clean

Cleaned the kitchen and part of the bathroom tonight, both because those rooms were beyond the point of disgusting and because friend Christine is coming to visit this weekend. Apart from the mouse corpse around the corner of the sink unit (I thought, based on the smell, that he was behind the fridge, but I was only off by about a foot), I found two remnants of whenever it was the apartment had magnetic poetry. In the sink, as I was rinsing out the mop, I discovered a little plate that said "water." On the side of the oven, "licentious."