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The Plumber has come and gone, and the Dreadful Bath, alas, remains dreadful. They've had to order parts. Oh joy. Which means that, at some time in the future, the Plumber will return to do battle with the Dreadful Bath again and line his pocket with silver. I'm not going to tell you how much, dear reader, but let's just say I seriously went into the wrong business. If not for my complete lack of mechanical ability, I'd seriously consider becoming a plumber.
Sadly, the Plumber was not my type. There were no porn movie shenanigans, as occurred with the Sexy Locksmith a while back. Just as good. The Plumber had a very thick beard and reminded me a little too much of a particular Coworker of mine from the Job of Doom.
Not much else happened of note today. The power went out briefly, I sojourned to the bookstores around town while this was occurring, and decided to postpone my viewing of 9 until tomorrow or later. And, despite the grim significance that 9/11 has assumed over the last few years, the world appears to be, more or less, at peace.
Sadly, the Plumber was not my type. There were no porn movie shenanigans, as occurred with the Sexy Locksmith a while back. Just as good. The Plumber had a very thick beard and reminded me a little too much of a particular Coworker of mine from the Job of Doom.
Not much else happened of note today. The power went out briefly, I sojourned to the bookstores around town while this was occurring, and decided to postpone my viewing of 9 until tomorrow or later. And, despite the grim significance that 9/11 has assumed over the last few years, the world appears to be, more or less, at peace.
