Saturday just wasn't a good day.
Woke up at nine to the sound of water. The water heater wasn't overflowing which is a good thing. Spot's sitting in front of the kitchen switching her gaze between the kitchen and me. Water is pouring down from the ceiling onto the floor, the refrigerator and the litterbox.
Olympics Guy's truck was in the driveway and I could hear water above me. Eventually I got his attention and he said he got out of the shower about thirty minutes ago and all he noticed was the water wasn't draining quickly.
The rental people could only say "wake us when it happens again".
I waste the empty hours playing Dragon Quest VIII. Eat questionable leftovers. Pet Spot.
Around five, I haven't heard my computer play the Sinistar "Beware, I live" sound. That lets me know I have new mail. Six o'clock rolls around and I'm getting worried but by six thirty I give up hope. At seven, I check my email and find that raddidge cancelled because of snow and the fact there's fucking wrestling tomorrow and because it's late.
A brief call to raddidge, she went to see the new Harry Potter movie and other vague stuff.
Seeing raddidge is the highlight of my week. It's the only event I'm really looking forward to after five days of my job's bullshit.
There's not much else to say. Believe me, I wrote out a couple of paragraphs of my inconsequential feelings and thoughts. How I can only see doom and gloom.
God damn it, I just want some attention.
Of course no one is listening or reading this.
