"I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man."Henry David Thoreau
Wise, yes. Happy? I reckon not.
I just returned from my fifth or sixth attempt at donating my thoroughly motivational and uplifting blood (my type is B positive, GET IT?!) and I said 'attempt' because half the time, my liquid life force would stop draining before I could even fill half a half-pint bag. This time around, I think I've set my personal record low: only 50 ml before my vein quit on me. How embarrassing.
I guess I just have a selfish body. My veins are small and frail, and they never pop - and my blood clots super fast. Maybe I should give this whole blood donation shenanigan up before I destroy all my superficial vessels with my charitable and giving personality.
And yeah, my house was flooded again. And it's much worse this time around.
Last night, I got back from a latish screening of Knight and Day at about 1:00 am. It's a really silly movie which is very similar in tone to Mr. and Mrs. Smith (though it isn't nearly as good) and Tom Cruise is, in my opinion, the best thing about it... but I digress. Anyway, the sky started the waterworks in earnest in the vicinity of half past one and I decided to turn in early (early for me) because sleeping while it's raining hard outside is one of the greatest little pleasures in life. So, stuffing my MP3 player's earbuds into my head and turning on /Filmcast's review of the movie I just saw, I proceeded with my nightly ritual of trying to wrestle my consciousness into submission.
The podcast ended at about 2:00 am and I found myself still very much awake (while the rain was still very much obeying the law of gravity outside). I decided instead to fool around on the internet till my energy peters out. With my legs up on my chair and the lights still killed, I did just that for about 15 minutes when I thought I had enough and dropped my feet. And lo and behold, my soles slapped water!
I must have fucking spilt something, was my first thought. A LOT of something.
When I got the lights on, this was the horror which greeted mine eyes,
That weird brown rectangular object near my chest of drawers is an old-timey bathroom scale which belonged to my great grandmother (just thought I should explain that out of the way first).
I found my CPU sitting on the floor in an inch depth of muddy floodwater and I leapt right into action with a total disregard of the danger of electrocution and lifted it right out of the drink with an almighty roar of manliness (actually, it was more of an 'Oh shit! Oh shit!' series of whimpers). It gives me the heebie-jeebies to think what would have happened to it had I actually fallen asleep with it left running - and I do leave it running 24/7, eff-why-eye.
My Nelson's Essentials of Pediatrics textbook - which I use to prop up my chair because it was missing a wheel - was pretty much ruined but completely. Luckily, my precious spec-fic novels were safely stacked away on higher ground or I would have totally lost my shit right there and then.
Venturing out into the living room, I found my brand new Timberland Gore-Tex trainers bobbing about like two fucking canoes for fucking mice in half a feet of water. If they weren't waterproof or didn't float upright, they would have been ruined too. My brown, semi-formal Timberland slip-ons didn't fare so well though; they were trapped under a shoe-rack outside and went totally submarine on me. It'll be weeks before all that dampness gets out of them, I can tell you.
Having done all I could and saved everything which needed rescuing, I dragged myself upstairs into one of the empty bedrooms for a spot of maintenance downtime for my brain. I debated whether to wake my grandmother up and alerting her to the situation downstairs but she would probably stay up all night long fretting about something she couldn't help - so I didn't. Boy, the old girl was in for one hell of a shock come morning.
The gross incompetence that is the MPMBB (Malaccan City Council) would have some explaining to do for this, especially since the last big downpour already demonstrated the inadequacy of the local drainage system. It all started when they drained a nearby marshy area to build even more housing like the planet isn't already overpopulated with all the wrong kinds of people. Someone needs to
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