Clogged

A good weekend later, it's grind-time again.

But I hope also to return to normalcy.

Run a little.  Cook a little.  Read a little.  Stone a little.  Chill a little.  Iron a little.  Mop a little.

I don't want no more lunch-ins at work.  Heck, I want to get out by six.

My sink's getting clogged, I think.  The water's taking forever to drain completely.

It's been weeks, actually.  And I have not done anything about it, particularly because I don't know what to do about it.

The rubber pump works only for a while, but there must be some real serious shit in there I need to get sorted out.

It's just outrageously funny.  How the sink mimics my mind now.