Having breakfast, working on to do list, procrastinating... I'm really not looking forward to crawling under the kitchen sink and dealing with this drain pipe. Just the thought of it, I feel like I'm being punished by my own self and who the hell does that. I wish Jesus was around to resurrect my ex. Now all I know are femmes who take pride in loving to do this crap themselves for oh I don't know their own self-fulfillment purposes I suppose. I wish I had the money to hire a plumber.
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