Inventory

Mom lives.  Squoosh lives.  I live…somewhat.  

Meg may not be living much longer.  Her gerrymandered reworking of my TV/DVD/VCR set-up circumventing the power strip with the surge protector in it *just in time* for Monday’s power surge.  It’s like she’s psychic.

Out of the goodness of her heart (!!!), she took it to the TV repair place today so that I can pay them $50 to tell me that they will probably tell me in three or four days that they can’t get the part ‘cos the TV is over five years old.  

Grr.

And I didn’t work on anything school/work related today.  I am such a fuck-off.  Maybe tomorrow.