Am I going to the ball?

So my floor is clean. But I look like I was in a marathon/tornado. So I got my pajama pants, flimsy t-shirt and I just Cinderella'd the floor. Coin slot scrubbing although I did not make a dime. The humidity in the house had rose to a balmy 231% so now I have an odor that would shut down a train station and Tawny Kitaen hair that I don't know if I ever be able to talk it back down. But the floor is clean.