Hobble In, Hobble Out.

"I think it's a flat. Now you get in there and it doesn't feel like one. I'm sure they make these things so repairmen can charge you a fortune to get in there. OK. Trevor sent over a lot of different ones. Didn't you hear the dogs this morning? All the commotion. Manny? Didn't you hear the dogs in the kitchen this morning? That was Trevor. Now, you know, I don't think that screwdriver is going to work anymore. Not tough enough."

And on and on it went. These are the words of my mother trying to fix our broken washing machine.

"I gotta keep all my screws together here..."

I had an excellent day today. No closer to finding a job, but it was still nice. I have a really bad cold and had to sleep with my mouth open which sucked. Went to the bookstore and discussed Dublin with some old man trying to sell his books. Then some guy from a band called "Brittney Something and Her Misters" (or something like that) came and wanted to put up a poster in the window of the bookstore. He was in the band and so when he left I said, "See ya later mister", you know, because I'm witty like that. Grocery shopping and seeing an old Russian friend rounded out my day. I think I'm off to coffee with Jenn and Aimee. Wish me.. luck!