So. What a day....
I got up at 6:30 this morning to pee, only to step out of my bedroom to find my unit had been flooded. The hose to the cold water tap of my washing machine had broken off, resulting in water pouring out for god knows how long through the night. My entire unit was consumed by half-an-inch to an inch of water. Oh dear. With every fibre of my being I was thankful the beautiful Jimity was there to help pick me up and sort out how the fuck to fix this.
Jimity you are my rock.
The rest of the day consisted of moving everything ... everything out of my unit, and relocating it all to my parent's garage. Please don't underestimate the painful ferocity of moving a piano.
And now I'm overcome with feelings of being completely lost and without my little sanctuary away from the world.
Arrrg, this is hard to write. I'm going to continue getting drunk and stoned until I'm numb. I'm just lucky I have this fantastic, amazing boyfriend to tell me it'll all be alright.
I just want to know why the universe has decided to start hating me....