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Ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in words.




I recolored my hair again the other night while Shalome and I were taking it easy on our livers, cars, and wallets.

I'll upload a picture later tonight after I help clean up our place a bit.

The plumber came by today to assess his handiwork: a busted pipe, left broken for two weeks after his last visit because I had entirely too much shit going on to deal with it.

After explaining to him that the only result of my using a plunger on the clogged drain was an eruption of mud, rocks, and little bits of root and that obviously the pipe was broken, he went ahead and ran a snake down it. Finding no luck there (duh), he said, "Hmm. I think it might be broken, I'd better go outside and check under the house." Well no shit dimwit, did you think we poured a bucket of gravel down our sink or something? He returned a few moments later with the startling announcement that it was, indeed, busted, and explained he'd have to come back another time after the landlord had okayed the work. Soooo, what the hell were you there for in the first place, jackass?

Meh. At least we'll have the gas turned back on tomorrow in time for a healthy-sized group of SGLA kids to stop by for some pizza and alchohol before stumbling over to Fern's, as mentioned here.

We've been looking at moving the office of my company a little closer to home, which is nice. Shalome has been dutifully researching locations in and around downtown Long Beach, and everything we've found costs between 1/3 and 1/2 what we're paying now, which is a clear bonus.

Despite my recent educational setback, which is still a significantly confusing turn of events, the future looks bright.

Of course, being madly in love doesn't hurt.



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