I knew I shouldn’t have driven the suburban
cause the next couple of days have been all about things broken.
The dryer handle fell off
The dishwasher made a suicidal electrical smell
My laptop decided to delete all programs
The suburban now has a shattered window
And I’m going to hide out in my bed with this drink.
I think it’s all a long tragic chain of events leading to tonight’s Survivor Finale and my inability to chat with Abrah about it because the only surviving computer is attached to the wall in the basement, far far from the television.