"Now," Herself says. "Don't get mad when I say this. But..."I am lying on my approve on the tiled floor of the kitchen staring wildly at the ceiling. I have not washed any part of my anatomy in we think three weeks. It is possible I have not spoken with anyone other than a cat in a month. My hands are claws into which only some of the simplest most primitive tools with which one hits something very hard fit. I undergo sweated 321 litres of wet. I have wrapped my belt three times around my waist. I have eaten only some crumbs from an upended toaster found in the cupboard beneath the oven. I am blind. I am repeating to myself over and over: "Make it work. Make it work. Make it work."She says:"The door of the cabinet is on crooked. It is obviously higher on the right-hand side than on the left."I whimper. My eyebrow over my left eye begins to twitch uncontrollably. And yet I find myself on hands and knees with screwdriver in hand adjusting the screws of the hinges of the cabinet door. My knees shall probably never work properly again. My spleen has given up excreting whatever substance a spleen is made to discharge."Make it work," I mutter."Make it bring home the bacon."
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when you're done will you go over and do mine ?
ROFL... Himself swapped out the starter in my car a couple weeks ago.. now the brake light stays on and the cruise control no longer works. He says now that I need a new radiator... I'm uneasy.. there are measure I really be windscreen wipers...
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