I should have Edward Gorey icons.
Really, really. Considering my childhood love of the man and his work, to not have icons glorifying Mr. Gorey seems a grievous oversight.
Tonight is a Chinese night! The universe has conspired to give me plenty of work that allows me to listen to the Mandarin CD-ROM without phone interruption, so hooray!
That makes the freaky backup of black water from the shower drain this morning slightly less unnerving. It says a lot about my thought processes that the first thing to spring to mind when first observing the black, charcoal-like sediment coming forth from the watery exit was: "Oh CRAP, what ghost have I pissed off? Should I go get the salt?" Then, "I really don't have time for this."
(I'd like to take a moment to write a note to my Future Self: Next time that something freaky and home-oriented happens to you when you've been as stressed as you have been recently, call in and take the day off to deal with it. You'll feel much better.)
Upon reaching work, I sent an e-mail to the maintenance department for my apartment complex. When returning home, I'll go to the head office to check up on progress. Hopefully they'll have figured out what the issue is. I shall remain optimistic unless I return home to a bathroom sporting an orphaned toolbox and a tub full of black, brackish water that goes "glub."
Should that happen, I'm sealing off the bathroom with salt, grabbing the cat and the bird, and getting the hell out of there. I've got iron mercy spikes in my purse. Perhaps I ought to move them to my hair before I go inside, so access to weaponry is easier.
Any thoughts, friendslist?
An Aside: I can't figure out whether it was the meathooks or the cat that created this cut on my cheek last night. It's too shallow to be the cat, though he loves to go for my face whenever he can. It was probably the meathooks. I need to weight them so the chain doesn't overtake them.
Tonight is a Chinese night! The universe has conspired to give me plenty of work that allows me to listen to the Mandarin CD-ROM without phone interruption, so hooray!
That makes the freaky backup of black water from the shower drain this morning slightly less unnerving. It says a lot about my thought processes that the first thing to spring to mind when first observing the black, charcoal-like sediment coming forth from the watery exit was: "Oh CRAP, what ghost have I pissed off? Should I go get the salt?" Then, "I really don't have time for this."
(I'd like to take a moment to write a note to my Future Self: Next time that something freaky and home-oriented happens to you when you've been as stressed as you have been recently, call in and take the day off to deal with it. You'll feel much better.)
Upon reaching work, I sent an e-mail to the maintenance department for my apartment complex. When returning home, I'll go to the head office to check up on progress. Hopefully they'll have figured out what the issue is. I shall remain optimistic unless I return home to a bathroom sporting an orphaned toolbox and a tub full of black, brackish water that goes "glub."
Should that happen, I'm sealing off the bathroom with salt, grabbing the cat and the bird, and getting the hell out of there. I've got iron mercy spikes in my purse. Perhaps I ought to move them to my hair before I go inside, so access to weaponry is easier.
Any thoughts, friendslist?
An Aside: I can't figure out whether it was the meathooks or the cat that created this cut on my cheek last night. It's too shallow to be the cat, though he loves to go for my face whenever he can. It was probably the meathooks. I need to weight them so the chain doesn't overtake them.