Cleaned the new room, which took me 8 hours. No chair so I stood for 8 hours. Poor, sore feet. I don't think I'm cut out to be a sales assistant. Poof, goes my ambition of waitering at an unknown, quiet beach.

The room is smaller than I remembered. Maybe it shrunk.

Despite the tiny room, it took me so long because anything that can be removed was removed and washed and dried. Anything that cannot be removed was wiped twice.

Let's give a round of applause to Fridge, for winning the "Most Difficult to Clean Household Item" Award.  It was difficult because it had many grooves. It was groovy. There was dirt in grooves. If I'd cleaned only once, the dirt would be pushed to another part. The cloth had to be constantly washed and rewashed for absolute hygiene. I didn't wash in a pail because I would be reusing the same dirty water, so I had to walk to the tap and back after each swipe. When the fridge was finally quite clean, I had to wipe it dry.

And there were dead bedbugs' remaining exoskeleton in the fridge. I informed the landlord, and he said the fridge was left behind by the previous owner of the house. He just re-renovated the house--no wonder my place looks so new--and moved in a few days ago. I was biten once while cleaning and I hope it wasn't a bedbug.

My old place has been exterminated, free from bugs now. But now, my new apartment. Ah, my life is a tragedy. I give up. I surrender.

EDIT: New York is fucking dirty. On Aug 21, in the community newyorkers, someone posted on bedbugs. Today, someone posted again. Apparently, one of NYU dorms is infested.