Unfucking Stuff

Well, we managed to fix the toilet for slightly less than forty dollarydoos. Meanwhile, the hose, connectors, and bits to fix the kitchen sink are up to roughly two hundred dollarydoos even though we have to go back for a couple more parts.

It shouldn't cost more than twenty extra bucks and my own brief humilliation.

Note for future beans: Measure always. Don't assume that everything's standard and will automagically fit.

I have already mocked myself to the Promptcast crew, so take your best shot.

So yeah, it's another trip to Bunnings plus jiggery-pokery to get the kitchen sink unfucked. Plus repeated lectures on how to use the sink properly so it doesn't clog all over again.

Offski I popski. Story whenever.

I shall be attempting to do a very fast story today. All so I can hold Chaos' hand and try to get her into the process of getting the disability pension. Which is going to take five-freaking-ever but we WILL get there. So help me.

I'll be getting story done in between helping with the centrelink mess. So far, it's been finding the right links and getting the process done so that we can start the NEXT process.

The current process is

I think I forgot to advertise the weekly blog, yesterday. I can get onto that today.

Adapting got the boot yesterday, so now I'm flinging that at another agent before I get a rattle on with other business.

Which apparently includes writing this blog entry.

Nevertheless, Adapting is away again and I am hoping for the best. One more round and I throw it at the writing group to see (a) what it needs, (b) where I could put it, and (3)

I got shit sorted this morning! I fed the starter, cleaned my humidifier [I didn't know it needed to be cleaned when fed filtered water whatevs] remembered the catbox in the laundry and helped a friend check over a story they were doing for a thing.

I even remembered to email MeMum. Yay.

This is not a direct result of having a "get outta bed" alarm, but rather my brain misfiring and thinking I had one for today. No! I turned that