stuck

 

 Do you ever feel like you’re stuck, trapped, unable to move?

I woke up from a nap yesterday convinced it was Sunday.

I feel like I’ve woken up from a coma – I know what that’s like; I’ve done it before.

The last two months have gone by like smoke through a keyhole, and it’s Sunday again and the rains are back.

It turns out I miss that weekend job I had for seven years.

It gave me structure through the week, waiting until the weekend.

I miss it and I don’t; it wasn’t a great job, but it was a job.

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I have an electric stove and oven in my studio apartment.  

The oven caught fire Friday night.  I had a pizza in it to reheat, and set the temp for 200, turned it on, and sat down to read some more wikipedia.

The oven made a horrible electrical noise and began smoking.  I turned off the oven and opened the door to look inside, and the heating element was flaming.

It is not supposed to do that.  An electric oven doesn’t cook with flames.

The pizza was not damaged; I microwaved it instead.

I think I’ll get the oven/stove replaced tomorrow.  This building opened in 1971, and the oven looks like it is of the same period – too old for spare parts.  I called Housing on Friday night when the oven burned, but kept getting cut off.  Since it wasn’t flaming any more, and wasn’t going to with the breaker opened, heh, no big deal, I’ll go to the office downstairs in the morning.

 

 

 

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