Fluffy turned her filter return to spray water out of her tank last night, while no one was in the house. She's just fine, partly because most of her water stayed in the tank, and mostly because I like her too much to eat her.
Twenty gallons of water percolated through the wood flooring, through the basement ceiling... and directly onto all of the boxes and electronics I had stored down there. This is an astonishingly shitty thing. My TV, VCR, DVD player, both stereos, and my space heater all got showered. Only my computer, which is upstaairs, stayed dry, and that POS is already fucked up anyway. Books, clothing, photographs... many possessions damaged or ruined.
Who knows what sort of damage the water did/is doing to the flooring and the ceiling. The plumber, if he bothers to show up tomorrow, might be able to assess the impact.
I did six loads of laundry (all my sheets and towels and blankets had to go in there).
rojagato came over and applied the final coat of primer to my room, so that I wouldn't lose a day's worth of painting time. Thank you thank you thank you.
sadira came over and spent the entire day sifting, drying, discarding, re-packing, and moving all of the wet stuff with me, as well as wiping down the floors and setting up fans. This was after helping me move all day yesterday, which made her sore enough to have trouble with stairs. She also fed me -- thrice -- and kept my head from exploding from the sheer incredible shittiness of everything. I don't even know what to say.
I guess I should go to sleep.
arcanus has put me up in his guest room. Hopefully, he'll still want to speak to me after the plumber tells him I've waterlogged and warped his entire house or something. Y'know, that fish was set up like that for over a year. She had grabbed the filter return a couple of times before, but the worst that she ever did was just move it so that it made a little noise.
Jun. 2nd, 2003
My walls are painted Antique White (kinda sandy beige), and my trim is some slightly darker color whose name I can't remember. Walls would like a second coat, trim needs to be finished up after the walls. Better to edge a darker color over a lighter one, y'know. Presently taking a breather between coats.
Fluffy ate nightcrawlers today.
I bought nice cross-training sneakers, to replace a pair lost to a fermented garbage juice spill a month or two ago, for less than thirty bucks today. Sometimes I kick ass as a consumer.
Had an inadequacy dream last night.
Raytheon hired me back, and I knew I would be unhappy there again, that I would feel useless and disliked again, but I couldn't say no, because of the money. Then I learned that a co-worker of mine from back in the Skin Factory days, a fella who had a knack for keeping his shit together under unpleasant working conditions (this is what we'd call an "area of improvement" for me), was working at the desk right next to mine.
Cripes. I have to say: Being poor sucks, but it's better than having a job that poisons your head.