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So, the kitchen has become just about unusable. The chaotic forces seemed to have converged there. Which means I'm going to have to purge the house.

I hate purging the house. It always gives me a headache and I feel off.

Stupid chaotic forces.

Yes, I realize I'm calling myself stupid. That's besides the point. The point is that my sugar bowl attacked and killed a spoon. And there's a Scottish bagpipe player inhabiting my kitchen table (which is a lot better than the porn star... but still...) and the fridge is haunted and the toaster seems to think it's a pudding dispenser. And then there's the cutlery. And the stove.

And I think one of the couches in the living room looked at me funny.