Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Went to my orientation for volunteering at the crisis line. The people are so friendly there and it seems like such rewarding work..but..I don't think they'll want me helping others once they realize that I am a crisis! I am not only crazy, but sort of cursed.

For example, my kitchen sink is posessed. A few moments prior, I was in the process of typing a whiny, self-deprecating post when *glug glug glug* then *fssshooom!* a geyser of bubbles explodes from my sink. And as I'm feebly trying to scoop them into the bathtub with a cooking pot, the sink belches bubbles again.
As a reflex, I called the 24-hour emergency line, but decided not to have them page the landlord. I figured I wouldn't bother him..you know..after last month's pilot light incident.

So it gave me time to re-consider what I'd typed. I deleted the whiny, self-deprecating post (yes, it was more so than this one) and am limiting it to this:

2 years ago on this night, something terrible happened to me.

Now let's hope my sink won't barf again.
posted at 9:47 PM |