I don't know. I think the title pretty much says it all. Today I put in about 4 and 1/2 hours into fixing a stupid mistake made by some stupid handyman who did a stupid job installing tracks for air filters. It's a long, not really funny rant. You can skip to the end if you want.
When we first moved into our new house, the first thing my mom did was have me change the furnace filters. This has been a constant theme in the Clyde household since my sister (and everyone else for that matter) have pretty bad allergies. So I take a few minutes to look over the first air conditioning unit, and I noticed that the depth dimension is too short (normally air filters are 1 inch deep. This one was about 3/4). It didn't really matter though, as long as the width and length were okay, I could still maneuver it in.
So I make it to the next air conditioning unit (you need two for a house our size in Arizona). Anyway, I tugged out the old filters, and they were black and shredded. I'm pretty sure they were shredded before hand when the person who last put the filters in forced them in. I'm pretty sure the filters were black because the person who changed them never wanted to do it again. The reason why is because the bimbo (yeah, that's right, bimbo) who installed it messed up the depth and width dimensions.
Today I had to take snippers and cut away the thick sheet metal, and then take a grinder and grind away all of the jagged edges so nobody gets tetanus by cutting themselves. After doing that and buying new eco-friendly air filters, I found out that this guy had installed a track that goes all the way down. This track made it impossible to put in the new filters.
Anyway. Thanks, idiot.
On a lighter note, I heard this song on random on my iPod. After listening to it when I'm not in sixth grade, I started to like it a whole lot more.
The song is using a metaphor in this line: "Me and Cinderella, We put it all together, We can drive it home, With one headlight." I think what it is trying to say is that it is possible for two people who have been emotionally/psychologically to find some middle ground and actually support each other. It isn't perfect, but like a car with one headlight, it will at least get them home.
This made me wonder. Is this actually possible, is it just romantic dreaming? Sure, one psychologically damaged person may be able to help the other when one is having a bad day, but could they both pull it together when they are both having bad days? I don't know. Maybe. Sorry, I don't like pensive posts anymore than you do.
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Congrats on your mission call. I had to find it out from your sister instead of the personal text message your promised me, (late the night you dropped me, Jared and Dad off at the hotel) but I forgive you. No, seriously, I am very happy for you. I lived in San Francisco for a summer and I found Oakland to be very agreeable. There are lots of "ware houses" that grow interesting plants that thrive in the dark...if you know what I mean. -Tisse
That was the most manly sounding monologue that has ever left your lips. I am floored.
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