(~simul iustus & peccator~) (lovelies) wrote,
(~simul iustus & peccator~)
lovelies

Instead of writing up an introduction to a seminar paper I'm supposed to turn in next week, which is what I'd planned on doing today, I spent the day hooking up a dishwasher for my mother. The whole nine yards of it, including greasing up a stuck water supply valve that hadn't seen action for a decade. No stranger to a wrench, I.

My condition has got to be some kind of pathology. I refuse to admit that there exists a house-hold task, electrical work and plumbing among them, that I couldn't perform just as well as the non-professional man. It's not a money thing, it's a stubborn thing.

Of course, having been more prone to disassembling house-hold appliances than squeeing over the adorableness of ponies as a kid (sorry, still don't see it) might have something to do with it.

And now back to what society's paying me to do.
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