Sitting in the corner chair in the room, tho it’s rainy some light is coming through the window behind me, landing on the muppet blue corner of the bed. I’ve walked to the hardware store twice today, first time too early and second time they were having a problem with the key and everyone was standing outside in the mist, waiting. So I haven’t been able to get the three valves I need, might as well do all three, since two have a slow leak. Then I can remove the sink. Toilet is out, and some of the top layer of subfloor. Housemate will help me carry the old tub down the stairs in a bit. With the sink out I can advance the work in the subfloor, which I believe is the Fulcrum of all things and my entire existence. I actually think with the sink out and nothing dripping, then there will only be the dryness and flatness of the partial subfloor, and I will figure out what to do from there. The subfloor is like abq. But I’m distracted from reality by the distant subfloor. Meanwhile my inserts are out so this pair of shoes can dry. Everything I’ve ever done has led me to this partially deconstructed subfloor and I’ve now cleaned the toilet flange, which I barely remember doing last time. Something was broken. Part of me doesn’t want to work on it today but I find if I tell myself I want to then I do, but I think it may now take me an hour to get back to it, but I don’t know, I’m a cricket, which we don’t get here. I watch and sometimes the cricket jumps. But with the sink out, I will be as omnipotent and omniscient as I’ll ever be. I should then understand what my life has been for and I will know what is going to happen. Everything will be fine when the sink is gone.
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