I tell ya a man is good to have around the house for heavy stuff
especially since I sprained by back TWICE cleaning the tank!!!
And he HAD TO BE in India when that happened
And I made a long distance call to bawl into the phone coz it
hurt like hell 
and
scared the shit out of him. Haha
Yeah... I had to half laugh, half cry when I was sprawled on the
floor fixing up my furniture only to find that they are crooked and
too heavy for me to put them upright. In the end, as I
righted my TV bench after a lot of back-breaking heaving, I
witnessed one leg pop off, then the other, and in the end, out of
five legs, four popped out. 
In the
end, I just lifted the corners, and chucked the legs in and pray
that I don't ever have to move house otherwise, the movers will all
laugh at me.
When I told the technician who came to fix my broadband not to
rest the entire weight of his hands on my keyboard drawer because
it will collapse, he looked at me quizzically, and I had to explain
that it's because I fixed it myself.
Sometimes, really want to cry.
Other times, after cooking up a storm, I'll scoop a small
portion for myself, and eat alone, and as I eat there, huddled on
my couch, I think of having to eat the same stuff for the next few
days, and I feel quite sorrowful that there's no one to share the
nice food with.
When fireman was around, I'd head to his place after morning
shift on Sundays, and when he opened the door and asked how my day
went and we sat down to talk, I didn't feel so alone. We
seemed to dislike the same types of people, which felt good!
Now, there's no one to talk to. Sometimes, I feel like a
mute because I only talk at work. Once I'm home, it's
silence...
