I'm feeling rather mad at life, and I have complained quite a bit lately. I just hate that damn riding mower. It's close to starting and won't start no matter what I do. I added fresh gasoline and used starter fluid and it still wouldn't start up well. Plus, now I'll have to get someone to repair the washing machine too because the light was blinking and it wasn't moving through the cycle and it wouldn't drain or spin. I'm fairly sure there are several problems with that thing. I won't trust it at all till someone can make it work right like it's supposed to. I never have trusted machines that might lock your clothes in. They're just crummy. Mother had to reset the damn washer just to get our clothes out. It's like life is reminding me that I can't have everything. It's like one joke of a life.