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Oct. 20th, 2008 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffI haven't been able to write for a couple of days -- my stupid head won't stop shouting at me. But I can see bits of the story. Gonna go with a golden retriever - cliche, I'm sure, but she is what she is.
Last night, I went down to the basement to do a load of wash and was met with approximately two cubic meters of dirty clothes (Sam has been incredibly lax) which where also soaking wet. Yep, the sewer line backed up. Today I shall haul some three hundred pounds of nasty, wet clothing & blankets to the laundry, and then I shall roto-rooter my sewer line. And to think! I could be relaxing in chemistry lecture!
The discovery of the sewer line backup happened rather late (for me) last night, and I was tired and had a headache. I called Mike feeling absolutely defeated. I had no money. Zip. He'd just got a big check, but I thought that he needed it all to pay for flight hours.
*sigh*
You know that feeling you get when you are sure that you're screwed, and you can't see a way out of it, and suddenly, Duex Machina, the solution is pulled out of a hat and your ass is saved? Yeah. That's a good feeling. He didn't need all the money for flight hours, and so I've got money for the roto-rooter and the laundry.
Sales at the shop are still sucking donkey dick. But I can handle it if I just have one sucky thing to deal with at a time.
Last night, I piled all of my and Luke's dirty clothes in a big basket and went to the all-night laundry barefoot, wearing my jammies and in my fuzzy blue bathrobe. There was one other woman who was there. She grinned and said, "Oh, honey, I've been there." A guy came in while I was folding things and didn't give me a second glance.
I was home by 9pm, got Luke to bed, clean laundry put away and slept like a rock.
Last night, I went down to the basement to do a load of wash and was met with approximately two cubic meters of dirty clothes (Sam has been incredibly lax) which where also soaking wet. Yep, the sewer line backed up. Today I shall haul some three hundred pounds of nasty, wet clothing & blankets to the laundry, and then I shall roto-rooter my sewer line. And to think! I could be relaxing in chemistry lecture!
The discovery of the sewer line backup happened rather late (for me) last night, and I was tired and had a headache. I called Mike feeling absolutely defeated. I had no money. Zip. He'd just got a big check, but I thought that he needed it all to pay for flight hours.
*sigh*
You know that feeling you get when you are sure that you're screwed, and you can't see a way out of it, and suddenly, Duex Machina, the solution is pulled out of a hat and your ass is saved? Yeah. That's a good feeling. He didn't need all the money for flight hours, and so I've got money for the roto-rooter and the laundry.
Sales at the shop are still sucking donkey dick. But I can handle it if I just have one sucky thing to deal with at a time.
Last night, I piled all of my and Luke's dirty clothes in a big basket and went to the all-night laundry barefoot, wearing my jammies and in my fuzzy blue bathrobe. There was one other woman who was there. She grinned and said, "Oh, honey, I've been there." A guy came in while I was folding things and didn't give me a second glance.
I was home by 9pm, got Luke to bed, clean laundry put away and slept like a rock.