"Why, God? Why?"

I stayed up way too late last night. I watched all of the episodes of the second disc of "Desperate Housewives". Earlier yesterday while recuperating on the couch I finished watching all of the third disc of the second season of "CSI-New York". All the while then I was avoiding cleaning the freshly discovered dead refrigerator and trying not to notice that my trailer was getting smellier and smellier. I was too damn sick to have to deal with all of that. I shouted out, "Why, God? Why?"

This morning the refridgerator food is now in the trailer park dumpster. I still need to wipe the refrigerator itself down. I did remember to turn the fridge completely off. Near the area between the freezer and the cooler it was hot and I didn't want a fire to start in there.

I am feeling good enough to go back to work and so I need to go get ready. If I get to the store early enough, perhaps I could get a bite to eat before I start my shift.