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watery woes
Nov. 8th, 2008 11:49 pmI'm so so sorry about being tardy in responding to comments. I've got both an exam and a presentation both this week and the week after, and I'm going home next Thursday with Lillian so I'm trying to get everything ready in advance.
I've been trying to cobble together an older women and medication management website as a final project due a month from now. It's the most glamorous subject matter, but I hope it's comprehensible or at least readable. I've got about 75-80% of the content up now. I swear if I stare at it much longer I'm going to down the bottle of Martinelli's sparkling apple cider I have on reserve for emergencies.
It seems that the plumbing in the apartment goes haywire before I have a counselor training workshop to run. Last month our only toilet...well, on second thought, this is too gross to discuss in polite society. Let's just say it was a shitty morning. Earlier in the week we had no hot water in the showers, but on the bright side we conserved water.
The kitchen sink resembled something out of a horror movie yesterday and today, but I think I now worship the emergency plumber who came this evening. We had to periodically bail out the water and stuff from the sewer and the pipes that would bubble up when the tenants in the apartment above ours would turn on their dishwasher. On the bright side,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilbabiangel888 was kind enough to get us sushi for dinner as the kitchen was a mess. Lysol may be my Xanax; I'm starting to see why my old roommate Rose would obsessively clean things when she was stressed. You feel instant gratification as you see and realize that you've theoretically killed off 99.9% of bacteria and viruses on various high-use surfaces. That, and I suspect that breathing in the chemicals kills off some of your brain cells in the process.
I've been trying to cobble together an older women and medication management website as a final project due a month from now. It's the most glamorous subject matter, but I hope it's comprehensible or at least readable. I've got about 75-80% of the content up now. I swear if I stare at it much longer I'm going to down the bottle of Martinelli's sparkling apple cider I have on reserve for emergencies.
It seems that the plumbing in the apartment goes haywire before I have a counselor training workshop to run. Last month our only toilet...well, on second thought, this is too gross to discuss in polite society. Let's just say it was a shitty morning. Earlier in the week we had no hot water in the showers, but on the bright side we conserved water.
The kitchen sink resembled something out of a horror movie yesterday and today, but I think I now worship the emergency plumber who came this evening. We had to periodically bail out the water and stuff from the sewer and the pipes that would bubble up when the tenants in the apartment above ours would turn on their dishwasher. On the bright side,
lilbabiangel888 was kind enough to get us sushi for dinner as the kitchen was a mess. Lysol may be my Xanax; I'm starting to see why my old roommate Rose would obsessively clean things when she was stressed. You feel instant gratification as you see and realize that you've theoretically killed off 99.9% of bacteria and viruses on various high-use surfaces. That, and I suspect that breathing in the chemicals kills off some of your brain cells in the process.