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⌈ Secret Post #2169 ⌋

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Like, in retrospect, it doesn't even seem possible. First my laundry room floods Friday at midnight with a hundred gallons of water (I know because I emptied it out with a mop and a 5 gallon bucket, a three hour endeavor) and then the wet carpet inside freezes by morning because our furnace is out. I meant to go to a friend's graduation but couldn't because I had to wait for the guy to come repair the pipes. When he gets there, he warns me not to touch a nearby outlet because "it's a 220, and that's dangerous." Come Sunday, I'm trying to do laundry and the 220 outlet—the one I wasn't supposed to touch—explodes, and lights the dryer hose on fire. It destroys two ceiling tiles before I get it out.

Then as the cherry on my Sunday, my brother calls me while I'm eating dinner, and he's in tears, because apparently one of his friends murdered one of his other friends. This weekend needs a goddamn do-over, because no way was anyone ready for Monday. >:|

omg. =(

I really really hope your next weekend is better. And my heart goes out to your brother and his friends. What a horrible tragedy.

*hugs*

I'm sorry, OP.

*Gives you every kitten gif. on the Internet to you.

And maybe a huge hug.*

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