The day conspires against me

After a really nice evening/night out, the Great Move has just gotten *that* much more difficult: my vacuum cleaner died. It feels to me as though something is stuck in the hose, but my vacuum doesn't appear to have a handy "reverse" switch to see if I can blow it back out the other way. I have to call a guy to come pick it up for service, and repairs take at least a week. So I have no vacuum during one of the times when I will need it most.

Fuck.

My mother is coming by this afternoon to help me, but I was hoping to have the place in better shape by then.

Just strike me down now.

Snippet

Me: "So, yeah, I think the first time I ever came across the concept of homosexuality was when I was a pre-adolescent. I remember it being on one of the BBC programs I used to watch with my parents, probably Masterpiece Theatre or maybe Mystery."

Her: "You watched Masterpiece Theatre?"

Me: "Yeah. Every Sunday with my parents. Right after Nature, and Murder, She Wrote."

Her: *laughing* "Of course you did. That explains a lot."

Me: *laughing in spite of myself* "Whaaaat?"

Her: *shaking head* "Masterpiece Theatre..."


She's vowed to tease me about it for as long as she can get away with it. :)