No idea how it became midnight. All I know is I was getting ready to watch Boardwalk Empire and put away laundry and I needed to put sheets on my bed before folding laundry on it. But then I remembered by bed frame has been coming apart for a long time and I've been ignoring it, and I decided I might as well fix that. So I stacked both mattresses against the wall and fixed it. But now I wanted to sweep under the bed now that it was moved. So I did. And then I swept the whole room, of course.Then I put the bed back together and put sheets on it. THEN I remembered there is a vacuum temporarily in the basement. And there are still Fievel tumbleweeds coming out of corners somehow and I never could get the couch dehaired properly. The kitchen floor is terrible to sweep because it's fake brick linoleum and when you sweep the crud just stops at every. single. crack, thus it's always disgusting. So up comes this vacuum. I sweep my floor. I sweep everything. I get the crevice tool out and go in the corners. I put the little brush attachment on and vacuum every inch of the couch. It's a nice vacuum. Every time I've tried to vacuum furniture whatever I've used has done a half-assed job when faced with animal hair and upholstery. I'm like a manic vacuuming beast. I realize the canister has become waaay overfull. I have to take it apart and use my fingers to dig dust and chunks of hair out from around the top filter it's so packed. Then I have to vacuum everywhere around that because some spilled. Then I take a quick rinse in the shower because I'm disgusting. This is how I got here. I'm tired. I still need to do my original task. I just know one thing. I need a vacuum.