hydrophobia
Dec. 29th, 2003 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireThe bathroom ceiling is leaking again. I could hear it dripping on the plastic sheeting still tacked up because maintenance has not been back to fix the sheetrock. Which I suppose is good, as the damned pipes are leaking agin.
Alan scared me to death last night by falling asleep in the shower, I broke a glass, I slept on the couch and my back hurts, and I AM NOT HAPPY PERSON RIGHT NOW. The fucking ceiling is leaking. Oh gods above, I am so angry.
About the only thing that has gone right so far is my half hearted attempt to pick up the living room. I threw out a lot of trash, and the cheap plastic clock. I hated that clock because it ticked so loudly I couldn't sleep in the same room with it. I buried it inside a box, under bubble wrap in a another box and threw a jacket on top, and I could still hear it!
Not in a good mood, not at all. Alan is blissfully ignorant of the fact.
Alan scared me to death last night by falling asleep in the shower, I broke a glass, I slept on the couch and my back hurts, and I AM NOT HAPPY PERSON RIGHT NOW. The fucking ceiling is leaking. Oh gods above, I am so angry.
About the only thing that has gone right so far is my half hearted attempt to pick up the living room. I threw out a lot of trash, and the cheap plastic clock. I hated that clock because it ticked so loudly I couldn't sleep in the same room with it. I buried it inside a box, under bubble wrap in a another box and threw a jacket on top, and I could still hear it!
Not in a good mood, not at all. Alan is blissfully ignorant of the fact.
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Date: 2003-12-29 03:00 pm (UTC)