Word? Word.

I'm eagerly anticipating the removal of the old and the installation of the new. Instead of spending a single dime to repair the used-yet-expensive washer/dryer combo set I purchased two years ago, I'm going ahead and replacing it with a new front loader set. Domesticity must have set in, because I only looking forward to one thing, and that is doing laundry. I thought my mattress was somehow becoming firmer, but it was just my unwashed sheets after nearly two months of not being washed.

I might even have a day off today. I mean, if no one calls, I will stay here and clean the house.AND FUCK!

I had the wrong outlet for my new dryer. "The salesman should have told you, man..." the delivery guy explained.  I expressed my thoughts on the situation:

"Well, fuck him. I waited three days for this shit and I could have done this before you guys got here and now fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck."

So with all of my home electrical prowess (I fucking shocked the living fuck out of myself replacing a 110v outlet, this 220v/50amp situation was expected to kill me) I replaced my outlet and called for the delivery guys to bring my olfactory salvation back to my crib. Por Favor.

Anyways. Back to the lab.

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