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nota N. O. T. A.

Tired Amy*: Don't scrub that dish drainer. Buy a new one.
RRR Amy**: What? It's fine. There is nothing wrong with it. Scrub it.
Tired Amy*: We have had this thing since we moved into the house. It's a dish drainer. Throw it away right now.
RRR Amy**: If you scrub it, it will look fine. Not perfect, but fine. Why would you throw it away?
Tired Amy*: It's never worked right anyway. It isn't angled enough to make the water run off back into the sink. Isn't that a pretty important quality for a dish drainer? Trash it.
RRR Amy**: Is there something else I can do with this? Anything? ANYTHING? No? Then keep it. The dishes do get dry. That's the important thing.
Tired Amy*: It's a dish drainer. You are spending too long on the dish drainer.
RRR Amy**: Right. It's a dish drainer. Get over yourself.

Add about 20 more minutes of internal debate.

What is this? This is the brain of someone who is upset that the TA isn't here but knows: a) she really has no reason to complain; b) there is nothing to be done either way; c) she doesn't want to sound like a whiny wreck; d) there is nothing to be done either way; e) most likely the TA isn't coming today because it's past noon and there has been no call but who knows because they could conceivably call in the next hour; f) there is nothing to be done either way.

There is no TA in da house. I might be crazy. Word.

*Could be Lazy Amy, but Tired Amy seemed kinder.
**Reduce/Reuse/Recycle Amy.