Kamalii Loves Me

Kamalii is my baby, and she loves me. How do I know it's true? She doesn't want me to go away. So desperate is she to hold onto me she has resorted to dirty tricks. Like having the toilet pump explode.

B**ch.

The bloody port side toilet pump has let go and sprayed crap everywhere - again. Frantic panic to try and sort it out before I leave tonight. I've taken it apart and at least I don't need to replace any parts. It's a slightly shit design, in that the whole unit is clamped together by tek screws that just tap into the plastic housing, and over time the screws have chewed out the plastic as it has been disassembled and reassembled repeatedly, and now they won't hold on properly, Result: a bit of over-pressure and the whole unit pops it's seal and dumps it's guts.

Now I'm off to work to drill out the housing and clamp it all together properly with bolts - as it should have been designed. Flying out this evening. Panic.

I hate this space.