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Not always successfully? Yes, and... no. I mean, I did figure out how to get the p-trap, or whichever, off the bathroom sink. But... the doohickey is not in there. It must have just washed on through. And, now, while I have it back together, and in place, after half an hour of wanting to cuss... but strangely going without? It... leaks like a sieve. So... I'll... have to do more down there. I... really want to cuss.
Actually, that's not true! I feel no need or want to cuss. I feel like I would like to feel like cussing? How about, and more like, I thought I should want to do what I have absolutely no inkling of doing? Something. Not a single foul word, or even really the want for such, even while the thing goes completely sideways. I'm... good with things. I'll get it, in time. All good.
