Overall, this was a pretty busy day, with just about everything going wrong. To begin with, those opioids Dr. Morell prescribed for me stopped me up for a whole week. Then yesterday, with absolutely no warning, the alarm bell rang and I unloaded on the toilet with no mercy. We had to call the plumber at nine last last night, because the place looked and smelled just like one of those Indian rivers they showed in "Slumdog Millionaire," where people take dumps in the same water they use to brush their teeth. I'm assuming they do brush their teeth, right? Hmmmm. Anyway, there was water and poop all over the bathroom floor, and the plumber had to call in an assistant, who fainted dead out the minute he caught a whiff of the fumes. Poor kid. He was out cold for ten full minutes.
It was icky. But they managed to dislodge what was clogging the pipe. It turns out that hard drives aren't flushable, and "someone" apparently had tried to do just that a while ago. Bessie's in there right now, mopping up the mess with a clothespin on her nose. She's not too happy, but I keep telling her she's lucky to have a job and that if she thinks she can do better, we can stop paying her under the table and she can start paying taxes like everyone else. That shut her up pretty quick. Ungrateful.
Speaking of poop, I can't believe that the DNC actually elected Tom Perez over Keith Ellison to be the new leader of the Democratic Party. I knew both of
To be truthful, I was always a big fan of Debbie Wasserman-Schultz when she ran the DNC. That was before she got her tit caught in the ringer. That was SO embarrassing. I didn't want her to resign, because nobody threw a party like old Deb. She'd have these "staff meetings" (that's what we called them) where everyone had to show up in a toga dressed as their favorite
Well, the plumbers are gone, Bessie's cleaned up and Perez is the man. That's a lot to happen in one day. Just to be safe, though, I'm going to start using the dumper in the powder room. That way, nobody can blame me.