Every once in a while, I go on these weird semi-manic cleaning sprees. Anyone who knows me can tell you that most of the time I simply cannot tolerate housework. It just seems so fucking futile. You clean something and then the next day it looks like you never cleaned it. However, once in a while I suddenly decide that everything needs to be clean and straightened up. So the past couple of days, I've been cleaning out all of my old shit; throwing things away, packing up stuff to take to Goodwill, etc. Then today I decided to run the vacuum and realized that the carpet on the stairs was just never going to come clean. Since I've had some carpet removal experience recently I just said "Fuck it! I'm taking it up!"