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my house may be a disaster zone rating just below my plant's blast radius - not by much - but I did manage to perform successful pipe surgery today and for the first time in three weeks* I have a working kitchen sink. the ubend was disgusting. literally the most repulsive thing I have ever seen-smelled in my life; I will have nightmares about it, possibly for a week. I found a fork in the ubend. The fork was not mine. This may explain why the entire system has sporadically plugged up since I bought the house (although never this bad).

the reason it took three weeks* is because I've slept in my own bed approximately 4 of the last 17 nights and I've been at home and in my office less than 20% of the last 6 weeks, and I wish that were not accurate math, but it is. Those Who Love Traveling, can you please take my portion of it, because I'm about to cut off my own ankles.

my house is a disaster. my life is a disaster. BUT MY SINK WORKS.

*shut up. fuck you.

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The fact that you found time to fix your sink in the morass of suck that is your life, and then ACTUALLY FIXED YOUR SINK? Makes you a rockstar of Jagger-and-McCartney orders of magnitude. :D :D :D :D

Oh fuck. I feel you, dude.

damn dude. there's loving traveling, and then there's "literally almost never at home" levels of travel that just. sucks.

BUT AT LEAST YOU HAVE A SINK

...so where's the fork now?

YOU FIXED THE SINK. \o/ I am terrified of plumbing and somewhat in awe of you right now. Bronze the fork.

This week I tried to take back control of my life by fixing my vacuum cleaner, but it turned out to have some essential broken bits that didn't magically unbreak when I poked them with my screwdriver, so that was a bust.

you are a champion among badasses, my darling.

oh my god, you are a brave goddess amongst us mere mortals. sink surgery. DUDE. THE HORRORS.