- A transformer (or something equally nefarious) in my apartment complex blew up (yes, as in EXPLODED), flashing my power off for a minute and causing me to lose precious segments of the Deadliest Catch marathon.
- And my toilet, my dear sweet please-keep-a-bleach-tab-dropped-in-or-I'll-show-you-some-nasty toilet, went kablooey. Until the maintenance
manperson (although, to be fair, it's only ever been men so far) from my complex shows up, I'm forced to leave the water turned off until I need it (aka when I have to flush). This is not convenient, godlets.
And, in other news, your GBC Teaser.
"I think you're having delusional fantasies again."Hugs,
PS—Winners of the OH. MY. GODS. Poetry Contest (which is now closed) will be announced tomorrow.