unclean

Choosing to skip the morning shower is an entirely different beast than being forced to go about your day unkempt and frazzled.

A water pipe in our building burst last night, and they had to shut the water completely off. We have absolutely no water except for the few bottles we had in the fridge. We used those for tooth brushing and face washing, but that doesn’t come close to taking a full shower. I have terrible hair today. My hat is doing little to disguise the fact that I am quite unclean.

I need sleep, badly. I just spent 5 minutes wracking my brain for the correct word meaning “the act of submitting”, as in handing in a form. Obviously the word is “submission”, except in my current state I was quite willing to argue with myself because “submission” is a dirty sex term, not a provisioning term! Tee hee! So that would make the proper word “submition”, right?

.. yeah. I need sleep.

My mom called last night to chat about her visit. She had a nice time, but her blood pressure was freaking out until she got back home. She also expressed amazement that we would dare have FOUR cats, and told me that while I may love Sasha she isn’t worth the vet bills. This is a prime example of why my mother and I don’t get along, but I knew that arguing with her would be pointless. She just .. doesn’t get it. She doesn’t get anything about me, and I think we’re both okay with that.

I DID ask her if she’s ever thought about getting a computer though, and her answer was a resounding NO. I guess I’m off the hook for getting her online, which is a relief but also a mild disappointment – it would have been hilarious, in a tragic sort of way.

I’m documenting things now. See the headphones? That means I’m documenting, so don’t ask me any stupid questions about routers.

3 thoughts on “unclean

  1. Maybe you should explain to her that encouraging you to drop something you love due to its inconvenience might not work so well in her favour…

    “I mean, I love you Mom, but you’re not worth the ferry bills.” :D

  2. Strangely, I have seen those large blocks of stoppage on train tracks before… however, I don’t recall having seen one with a chair upon which to sit once arrived at your stoppage.

    I’d imagine that block thing would make the stop rather abrupt, leaving the chair quite… superfluous? Or perhaps it’s there for those who wish to tempt fate, to see if the trains DO stop before hitting the block?

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