Anyway, we have to use a 3prong to 2prong converter because our house was invented before three prong outlets. As I was unplugging the washing machine the converter broke leaving two live wires out in the open. In exasperation (and very carefully) I tried to remove the damaged box. I'm twitchy and I must have twitched to touching the wires.
That was fun.
Not.
But after a seizure, and probably an hour, I got pissed off and put on the rubber yellow gloves and got a plastic stic to jimmy the rest of the converter off. I was successful!
Today I thought I broke the washer, but I must have twitched the toggle switch into the off position. I flipped it back and bam! I did a load of laundry.
I also did 3 loads of dishes and made myself dinner.
I'm proud of myself.
I have a sticky note on my wall:
I had apparently decided a while ago to only chase after things that make me happy and forgotten. No where on there is money or business. As a matter of fact, I specifically say one on one time, not group time. Although I enjoy parties (as long as they're light) they don't make me happy.
I should add larping on there...
Anyway, I'm going to go to sleep because I am dumb and scheduled therapy at 9:15 tomorrow...
And apparently I have to go a few days or longer without my antidepressant because something about refills and doctors and I hate this condition I wish it would up and die.
I'm drunk from champagne by Jess.
Listen to Welcome to Nightvale.
Goodnight.
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