Yesterday I pretty much ruined the lid of my thermos coffee mug. I pulled of the bottom of it, for cleaning purposes. I'd done this before, but now I rammed it back in too hard after.

Tonight I dreamed I asked my house mate to look at it. See, in my dream he was really handy. But, in waking life, he's not. We're both not: we had to hire a specialized handyman to screw in the washing machine filter again; we couldn't figure this out ourselves.

This is the excitement in my life.

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