But I can't fight this feeling anymore...

So I just can't stand it any longer. Seriously, the smell is REALLY getting to me and this morning I disassembled the puppy kennel and scrubbed my floor with bleach. I may be losing my ever-loving mind. The smell in the TV room is noxious. If I could bottle it and sell it to the military the terrorists would come out of their caves waving white flags and spewing profuse apologies for any inconvenience they may have caused us. UGH. So, completely ignoring my dear friend Jami's numerous warnings to stay far, far away from the Rug Doctor, I just don't have a choice. I don't want to pay a million dollars to have just one room professionally cleaned and I don't know the precise location of the foul smell. My only choice is to clean the whole dang room. Ugh. I'd rather poke my eyes out. I'm going to try to use OxyClean instead of the solutions which are really expensive. I might even attempt to clean the couch. (why did I think a beige couch would be okay?) The question becomes: what do I do with Jack after his nap while we wait for carpet to dry? How do I lug a 44 lb machine home by myself? Why can't I get rid of this crazy brain-pain headache? (If you are the one pummeling a Peggy voodoo doll in the head with a blunt object, you kindly desist? I think my head is going to explode into a million pieces. I guess if it does, we'll be lucky to have rented the rug doctor!)
Anyway, wish me luck. And Jami--DON'T JUDGE ME!