unforth | If It's Not One Thing, It's Another

Fuck a duck...my dog has fleas. Pretty badly. I've bathed her twice in a row and will be doing a third time, but none of that will help if they are already in my house, which they must be. Research online indicates that what I have to do now is do all the laundry and vacuum immediately.
Problem 1: No laundry access
Problem 2: No vacuum cleaner

So what the fuck am I supposed to do at 10 PM to get rid of fleas? Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. And all of the laundry places near me are closed on Sunday, and all of them are drop of places, where I wouldn't take it anyway. Aren't they supposed to die when there's no dog to feed on? Maybe if I get her out of here? And I hate bugs, and I get this annoying creepy crawly feeling when I know they're around, and I won't be comfortable in my own apartment until this dealt with, and I don't have the money to bring in an exterminator or buy a vacuum, and all in all, I'm really pissed right now.

In short, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. Apparently, Borax helps. Anyone have any advice? Cause damned if I have a clue what I should do now.

I'm been flirting very close to my limits as it is, and I really just wanted a relaxing weekend, and now I'm so upset I...I don't even know. That's how upset I am. I can't even watch the end of my baseball game, cause I have to figure out what I should be doing now. Probably giving up and waiting until the morning when stuff opens, so I can at least go and find some of the different things that kill flees, and go from there. But...I've got nothing. I feel helpless, and annoyed, and freaked about money, and like I have tiny insects crawling over me. What a lousy fucking combination.