Doing minor adjustments in the household can be pretty tiresome and boring. Not anymore. See, I changed. I don't want to be the person I was before. I'm kind of cool now. I'm still lazy, but sufficient enough to get myself organized when the need arises. I have to take care of myself if I were to venture to the earthly horizons on my own. The need to set aside procrastination is slowly growing up inside me. I am a reborn everyman.
Just like an ordinary, self-loathing adult. Wait, what?