Shit Happens


Shhhhhh. My toilet is sleeping. This is what happens when rot upon rot upon rot is detected beneath your linoleum. It happens, and it is getting fixed.

The grandmother has been in more pain the last couple of days, her left leg right above her ankle making her life damn near impossible (and by extension, mine also). All I can do is watch helplessly — it’s not going to get any better and nothing I can do will make her feel better.

So I’m rereading Infinite Jest, because, why not? It’s great against the soundtrack of a drill going off in my bathroom.