At the risk of being entirely too inspired by A Small Victory tonight, in chatting about songs that have changed our lives, this song literally solved an identity crisis for me. I can’t thank MV, wherever she is, enough for playing this CD for me when she did.


So I put on the “Fumbling Toward Ecstasy” CD and cleaned the bathroom. Feels just like old times! 😉 Good thing I’m getting a manicure/pedicure tomorrow — damn products did a number on my nails.

Oh, and let’s add why I hate my apartment, other than the fact that I ran out of hot water just as I finished cleaning one friggin’ room — I have been trying to dry a load of whites for three days. Yes, three. Everytime I run an hour-long, full-blast cycle, one more sock gets dry. Shit, by this time next year, maybe the whole frickin’ load will be done!

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