A quick shout-out from the house what water forgot (true story - apparently, there's a busted pipe somewhere or something): I finally got phone service 3-4 days after I was supposed to have it, but the storms caused a major outage in the general area and it wasn't until someone came to check it out this morning that he discovered the wire had been disconnected from the box or something.
I would have been on and at-it much earlier than this, but for the fact that I have been patiently waiting for the doctor to call me back since about 10am and didn't want to tie-up the phoneline; it's been plenty of time and I am absolutely certain mailrun will take the rest of the afternoon, so... eff 'em.
Once the water was finally turned on (Tuesday), I walked in to find it spraying across the living room. I've been going shithouse; I last showered on maybe Thursday and moved in the torrential rains into a house that has set vacant for months on-end. Mm.
And yes, I'm single once again, ladies.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
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