Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I'm running around cleaning up the place before the cleaning lady [1] gets here and I'm just overwhemled with how much stuff is simply breaking down here in the condo.
I'm a horrible home owner. Something breaks, I'd like to call someone to take care of it. In that reguard I'm like my Dad. But it's not like I can't repair this stuff—I can. I just don't want to be bothered.