Weeping creeping Jesus, my nose just will not stop running. IT WILL NOT STOP RUNNING. (Here’s where you say: “Well you better go and catch it then!” I run a full-service, interactive experience here.) Also, I just sneezed mightily. Bluh. Some of it might have gone on the laptop. Sorry. I know you can’t see that, but I thought you might like to know the degree of filth to which I am surrounded. To wit: on my left, a Coke can, two-thirds full. When I incline my head towards it and press my delicate shell-like ear to its canny goodness, I can hear no clink-clink-clink of bubbles. That’s because I have NO IDEA how long that can has been sitting there. I really should throw it out. Not the least because Mr. T uses it as an excuse not to bring me a drink (“You already HAVE a Coke. There it is.”) This is Reason I Hate Mr. T, #4435. Oh, and? NOSE STILL RUNNING. … yes I have tissues. (Now I feel all guilty, like you all can SEE ME, and you know I am just sitting here sniffing, and I must now go and get a tissue. The Internet as Jiminy Cricket. GET OFF MY SHOULDER.)
Hey, did I mention my washine machine died? I think I did, in the sidebar. What do you mean, you don’t read my sidebar? What the hell else are you doing with your time? (Personally, I recommend frittering away money on eBay.) But I don’t have the funds for eBay dabbling at present – see above, re. Washing Machine, Dead. Well, the door fell off it. (It’s a front loader, so it does have a door.) And the washing machine repair guy (who, by the way, came to the house early, then opened the screen door before I could get to it, allowing the Brown Dog to burst out like a giant cannonball and greet him enthusiastically) had to ring Bosch for a part, and Bosch doesn’t have the part, but the part might come in today, or it might come in this week, but most likely it will come in after Easter, so I’ll ring you then? Sigh. This meant that Mr. T and I spent an hour of our precious Saturday at one of the many laundromats in the area. On the plus side, I got to read an Awake! magazine. Did you know that teen pregnancy is threatening our nation? You know what can cure that? Going door to door to convince others to join your religion!
