The grand hit parade of Very Bad Things continues...

I had a guy from Andy on Call come out to check my pipes today, and he agreed that I don't have any leaks in my pipes, per se. He did, however, point out that water has been seeping through my foundations and eroding them away. To fix this (building new walls around the inside of the basement to keep them from eroding or crumbling any further) will cost into the thousands of dollars. Which, of course, I cannot afford. So I am going to go see my insurance lady tomorrow to see if it will be covered under my homeowner's insurance. And I'm taking the original inspection report from when I bought the house. It's possible the inspector guy screwed me over. The Force only knows where this will end up. Just to check on it, there will be someone from the water company out tomorrow to check my meter and tell me if it's me that has the leak I can clearly hear in my bathroom or my neighbors in the junked up mobile home next door, even though the guy today agreed with me that a leak that loud should be clearly visible if it's under my house. It's driving me nuts.

I just spent more than an hour trying to get Word to start numbering pages on page 2 of the AAP version of Machina Obscura, and completely failing to do so even though I was following the directions exactly.

Boo picked a fight with Oort yesterday and I had to hold him down, wash the blood off his slashed nose, and smear Neosporine on it. Now I'm reluctant to let him outside for fear he'll do it again. He's also been chasing Fuzz around and tackling him, which of course causes Fuzz to come hide under the table while I'm trying to work here. Idiot child.

I'm still bummed about having failed Technical Writing even though I turned in almost all of the damned work. And got screwed out of getting partial credit because my instructor sent the email informing me if I got the work uploaded again before 8 PM he'd give me partial credit while I was at work, and so couldn't do it anyway.


On the other hand, I've written about 6,000 words in two days on a new story. I took 3 extra days off added on to my "weekend", so I have a 5 day vacation here. Last week when all this garbage started piling up I decided if I didn't take some time off to calm down I'd probably start having all kinds of problems, so I did. I'm spending this time writing. Nothing else. Or so I planned.

Well. I'm still holding myself to getting my wordage in tomorrow, despite having to go do all this garbage.


When I get angry and bitter like this, everything that doesn't involve me writing is garbage.


A moment of amusement: I've got my laptop on the desk here at a right angle to my main computer. I've been playing DVDs on it tonight, and Fuzz seems to enjoy sitting on top of my main computer monitor and staring intently at the laptop screen. He's watching it like it's a cage full of birds. In between short bouts of power napping, that is.