Oh lord, I tried to wash a load of my underthings and my bed sheets this morning and the washing machine decided to act up. My bleach bottle dripped on my good jeans and now one leg has a bunch if white spots on it. I finally was able to polish my toenails after I finished some other chores and some light cardiovascular activity. I haven’t spent much time drafting anything on the other writing app. I don’t know if it still exists. I hardly ever see any of the older posts or articles other than some interesting news articles here and there.
Why E-mail When You Should Call?
Sexy Mature Audio for Naughty Boys at Heart.
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I hate to disturb the young maintenance man so early on his day off with a non-emergency service request in the weekend. He was around here working on some other projects recently and he’s just been swamped with all sorts of special requests for repairs. I’ll wait until tomorrow to call him and he can schedule me in on his clipboard for next week. After the other issue with the fire alarms and the other woman who was upset with her man friend, everyone’s been walking on eggshells around him for fear he’ll snap on someone after working so hard all these past few years with the others.
Maybe I’ll take care of a few other things this morning and skip service altogether. I’ve been slaving away, cooking and cleaning and typing so much my palms feel rigid after the carpel tunnel pain from my non-ergonomic keyboard. A warm bath sounds nice.