Last night I carpet bombed the flea armies, tonight, I utilized napalm.
Last night I also missed the by all reports historic Clinton speech because I was rocking and whimpering in my basement at my water heaters' death bed while it wept and wept and cried puddles. It was a bad night.
Broskey came today and officially cut off hydration and pulled the plug. No one cried. Tomorrow, a nice man is coming from a nice plumbing company to help my new water heater move in. I know he's a nice person because he was so nice when I spoke with him at 5:30am this morning.