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Whitney says, "Okay, I go out and do errands."
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oneironaut] says, "Good hunting."
Whitney says, "I need material for a Brighid's cross, and laundry detergent, and more boxes. And the severed heads of my enemies on a string, but I don't think I'm going to get that, especially since my prime enemy of the moment is the washing machine, and that doesn't have a head."
Tesla says, "You could put a head on it, then remove the head again."
Whitney says, "I'll consider it."
Whitney says, "I nockered the washing machine."
Whitney says, "It wouldn't work. I stomped upstairs, complained about it, and then stomped back down to give it a what-for, at which point it meekly began to function."
Whitney idles.
[...]
Whitney semi-idles for Cranky Pagan Craft Hour.
Spent much of the afternoon in a state of "Argh, I don't think any housework got done last week." House still a mess, but there are clean dishes, sheets, and other misc laundry. Ran out of detergent. Still hate the washing machine. Still have more laundry to do.
Emotionally cycling between quiet contentment and dealing-with-hidden-pain is bad enough when not tired.
I still haven't watched a Sox game this year that they've won, not even one where I caught five minutes in a restaurant or something. I didn't turn today's on, though, which means it's not my damn fault. Maybe I can listen on EEI safely.
Tesla [
oneironaut] says, "Good hunting."Whitney says, "I need material for a Brighid's cross, and laundry detergent, and more boxes. And the severed heads of my enemies on a string, but I don't think I'm going to get that, especially since my prime enemy of the moment is the washing machine, and that doesn't have a head."
Tesla says, "You could put a head on it, then remove the head again."
Whitney says, "I'll consider it."
Whitney says, "I nockered the washing machine."
Whitney says, "It wouldn't work. I stomped upstairs, complained about it, and then stomped back down to give it a what-for, at which point it meekly began to function."
Whitney idles.
[...]
Whitney semi-idles for Cranky Pagan Craft Hour.
Spent much of the afternoon in a state of "Argh, I don't think any housework got done last week." House still a mess, but there are clean dishes, sheets, and other misc laundry. Ran out of detergent. Still hate the washing machine. Still have more laundry to do.
Emotionally cycling between quiet contentment and dealing-with-hidden-pain is bad enough when not tired.
I still haven't watched a Sox game this year that they've won, not even one where I caught five minutes in a restaurant or something. I didn't turn today's on, though, which means it's not my damn fault. Maybe I can listen on EEI safely.
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