This past week has been full of grey days. Very overcast. I'm afraid that some of those grey tones have seeped inside. I've lived in my place since last November. Since then I let a really nice AC unit fall out of a second story window, the vacuum fried up on me while I was using it - kaput, it started smoking and everything, and this week I might have broken the dishwasher due to my stupidity. What's next? I have laughed at all these mishaps - but today I have become tired of laughing at myself. It's getting expensive. I was suppose to hear back on a bid today - a job I desparately need. I didn't hear a word. Maybe Monday. Until then I'm crawling into bed and staying hidden under the covers until the sun decides to come out. Besides, then I can't break anything.