i cleaned up yesterday.

not much, but it was a big job. the garbage disposal has ceased functioning, and i'm not terribly vigilant about what goes down the sink now that it can't be destroyed with the flick of a switch. so anyways, whenever i was washing the dishes, i noticed that the sink was draining really slowly, so curiously, i put my hand down the drain to see what was up. what i found was pretty unamusing, i felt a pretty gross layer of sludge underneath there.

i guess at that point that i felt an opportunity to prove my domestic prowess to myself, an endeavor in which i was greatly aided by liquid plumr. clearing the whole thing out took about a half an hour, flushing the thing with hot water, dumping liquid plumr and disinfectant down there. finishing the project brought a sense of accomplishment that felt slightly foreign, i didn't want to do anything else all day. i'm not sure what about it was so different than finishing any other task, maybe it was because i did end up affirming my domesticity, and busting up a gender stereotype, something i quite enjoy doing. i'm not sure.

on an unrelated note, don't buy all the suffering crap, the only thing worse than a cubs fan is a yankee fan, and even then, it's a toss up.

feeling: neglected
thinking of: the surprise
music: "zero" smashing pumpkins