My dishwasher finally went kaput. We ordered a new one- my Xmas gift. It won't be here for a couple more days. It has been about three weeks, and I have been doing dishes by hand. I don't wanna be a major wuss and whine about it, but something else is making it worse. My CD player in the kitchen also died on me. Seriously. I am spending time in the kitchen that I could be spending more productively on things like writing or watching a movie or just sitting on my ass washing thousands of dishes in complete and utter silence.
No wonder I feel so depressed. I am missing out on my daily dose of goodness, my antidepressant, if you will.
Here. This might help...
No comments:
Post a Comment