| February 3, 2003 - I unclog the bathtub...what fun! |
| Dear Friends, I wish I could report to you that I had tons of fun-filled, whacky adventures over the weekend, but alas, I did not. On Friday afternoon I left work all pooped out and more than a little aggravated over something that had happened. But that's neither here nor there for I shan't depress you with the tribulations of hateful ol' work. Let's just call it my reason for getting rip-roaring, snorting drunk that evening at Ye Olde Watering Hole. Frankly, I don't remember much about the evening until I woke up feeling queasy on Saturday morning. I had planned on washing clothes and working out, but one is just not meant to do things like that when one is slightly hung over. So instead I went to eat breakfast at a little diner and to get my hair cut. After I left the salon I stopped in Ye Olde Watering Hole and began to repeat Friday all over again! At about 1:30 I had to leave Ye Olde Watering Hole for an appointment I had. While I was at this new place, the woman helping me said, "What have you been doing today?" And I answered, "Well, I was going to wash clothes and work out, but instead I got a hair cut and have been drinking." She said, "That's nice" and she meant that sincerely, not sarcastically. I realized then that many people would kill for a free Saturday to get their hair cut and then subsequently drink themselves all giggly. So I ended up going back to Ye Olde Watering Hole and just havin' a gran' ol' time. But my bootilicious evening came to an abrupt halt when I got back to my apartment only to find that my bathtub was clogged. It had a layer of black silt and pieces of what looked like a rubber mop in it. Now this isn't the first time my tub has got clogged. I generally know it's about to happen because turning on the sink causes a gurgling noise in the tub. However, this time I blithely ignored the gurgling and so I paid the price, trying to plunge my tub late at night. I put several heaping spoons of Drano in it (not a very bright thing to do according to the barely legible directions on the can), and then just left it for the night. The next morning, presto-chango, I had a free-flowing tub. Of course, I was too hungover to truly enjoy my draining tub, but I had to get up, wash the clothes I hadn't done the day before, and work my fat gut off in the gym. Then I headed out to help a friend move. As a reward for helping him move, my friend bought me a nice juicey steak (or chunk of cow-meat as I call it) and then I tumbled into bed at the extremely late hour of 7:00 p.m.! Wait a minute, I think I have the timeline a little screwed up here. Was it Friday night that my tub was clogged? What time is it? What planet am I on? Oh well, whatever...... Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |