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Nov. 6th, 2012 06:02 pmFragile day.
I slept in, I did laundry, the ceiling in the kitchen began to rain and I lost my shit.
I love owning a house. I love being able to have many small animals, and painting the walls whatever color I want, and never having to worry about renewing a lease. But there are days (oh are there days) when I want a landlord to call and say "the ceiling's leaking" or "the hot water doesn't work" or "the kitchen ceiling lights destroy lightbulbs". But there's someone coming out on Friday to look at the kitchen lights and the plumbing and the masonry, and maybe we'll give them lots of money to fix things and then it'll be a while before the next thing breaks. And then my mom sends out a heartbreaking email about putting down their cat and then I finished Caleb's Crossing and that wasn't exactly an up book. And the goddamn apostrophe key only works if I pound the shit out of it.
None of these are catastrophes, of course. And I mopped today, and I'm making lists all over the place and I'm still pretty pleased with myself about the weekend and now someone is going to feed me amazing food and keep me from killing Light as the election results come in.
I slept in, I did laundry, the ceiling in the kitchen began to rain and I lost my shit.
I love owning a house. I love being able to have many small animals, and painting the walls whatever color I want, and never having to worry about renewing a lease. But there are days (oh are there days) when I want a landlord to call and say "the ceiling's leaking" or "the hot water doesn't work" or "the kitchen ceiling lights destroy lightbulbs". But there's someone coming out on Friday to look at the kitchen lights and the plumbing and the masonry, and maybe we'll give them lots of money to fix things and then it'll be a while before the next thing breaks. And then my mom sends out a heartbreaking email about putting down their cat and then I finished Caleb's Crossing and that wasn't exactly an up book. And the goddamn apostrophe key only works if I pound the shit out of it.
None of these are catastrophes, of course. And I mopped today, and I'm making lists all over the place and I'm still pretty pleased with myself about the weekend and now someone is going to feed me amazing food and keep me from killing Light as the election results come in.
