achievements and small personal conquests

i flirted with the idea of giving up. i picked up the phone and nearly dialled. a number. any number. a possibly male number. maybe even a parental number. and i put down the phone. and picked it up. and then, emboldened by the rumble of trains under my feet, or the passing airplanes, or the still summer air, or perhaps by the blackbird who has been getting closer and closer, i put the phone down. gathered my strength, tore the bleeding washing machine out, pulled it apart, unblocked the drains, and got it to do a full wash. without as much as a moan.

i am invincible!