The Great Flood III

I was kind of hoping that I’d get through the weekend without any more disasters, but then I knocked over a pint glass of water bubbling with an effervescent vitamin tablet all over the kitchen counter. Needless to say, it hit the back wall and tsunamied [real verb] right back at me and poured all over the floor. I’d just woken up from a nap, so I was too tired to get truly angry, so I just winced, grabbed a roll of kitchen towel, and started mopping. And mopping. And mopping.

And mopping.

Thanks to the boiler being on the blink, there’s no warm water to help with the cleaning (I don’t want the place to smell like synthetic orange) and no heating to help the drying process.

Just icy, miserable, biting SHIT from the cold tap.

This happened, like, five minutes ago, so I’m still shaking with nervous exhaustion. Not annoyed, per se. Just disappointed. In everything. Including the crappy takeaway I waited forever for. Don’t you just hate it when something naughty turns out not to be worth it?! I should etch “HERE I SIT BROKEN HEARTED” into my eating space.

Fuck everything.

Just… everything.

P.S. I believe the second Great Flood occured during my posting blackout between late 2022 and early 2023, so you may not have heard about it.