Huh. Stuff like that is funny, and makes me think accountants are worth their fees. Because my first run was a thousand dollars more than the final.

Anyway. It's done. I paid it. I don't care any more than that.

I am also done with dishes. I didn't eat the grapefruit. I know you were all waiting with bated breath to see if I did or not. But my hands are clean now and I don't want to get them all sticky.

So. Bed. In the morning put away laundry, if I'm feeling ambitious. Make coffee and go.

Did anyone else watch Scandal? I just caught up on the frist two eps, and I like it.

Kat, I am so in for a Piehole restaurant visit.

...So...I had quite a day. Work was exhausting and very frustrating (spent two and a half hours dealing with a student and her family about something that was utterly ridiculous and not worth even five minutes of time), but I came home happy that it was Friday. The torrential rains slowed down and tapered off by the time I got home (this will become pertinent shortly), and I decided to crawl into bed to take a nap since I had planned to go a friend’s birthday/engagement party tonight. I woke up to what sounded like hail. At first this didn’t worry me much--we’ve been having weird thunderstorms and rain and hail all day. Then I realized the sound was in the bedroom. Then I realized that a big ol’ portion of the ceiling was SEEPING wet and water was dripping onto Mt. Laundry on ND’s dresser and the floor. In fact, this has apparently been going on all day, because upon investigation I determined that layers and layers of clothes were sopping wet, a suitcase had filled with water, and the rug was so wet it squished when I stepped on it.

I put the dog out back to get her out of the way and went into frantic pull-stuff-out-of-the-wet-zone mode. I went to get pots and pans to lay out all over to attempt to catch the torrents of water and, as I darted through the hallway, slipped on the newly wet tile and flew backwards, hitting my head on the floor hard in the process. I didn’t black out, but I was dizzy, disoriented, and a nasty headache started up (astute readers will see where this is headed). At this point I was fielding calls to and from the landlord, trying to frantically mop up water, and putting out containers to catch the leak...and then I realized the dog was gone. She had escaped the yard.

I spent the next five minutes running up and down the street trying to catch my exuberant dog, who thought playing chase in the rain was the Best Game Ever. Finally caught her, and discovered that in addition to being soaked through, Kaylee had managed to find something incredibly stinky and likely dead to roll in.

My headache and disorientation were getting worse, so I called my friend C since ND was at work 90 minutes away and asked if she would be willing to come over. By the time she got to my house, I knew I needed to go to the ER. I fed the pets, stuck STINKO dog in crate, and let C drive me to the ER. The good news is that they determined I likely don’t have a brain bleed--just a concussion and whiplash from hitting the tile so hard, but yeah. Another $100 copay and four hours lost to the ER.

It looks like the carpet, a suitcase, and possibly the dresser are going to have to be replaced. Our awesome landlord is mortified since she just spent money getting the roof REPAIRED (it seems the opposite may have occurred since we’ve never had a leak in that area before) and will compensate us, I’m certain, but I think we’re going to have to completely empty that room for a good week or more to get the work done, and that is going to be a massive undertaking given the sheer number of clothes the two of us own and the fact that all the various detritus in the house seems to end up in the bedroom. I suspect my house is going to look like a yard sale for awhile as we take up residence in the guest room.

Not normally superstitious, but wow. Friday the 13th indeed.

Oh good grief, Pix! I'm so sorry.

Ugh, Pix. No good.

ION... I can totally solve a Rubiks Cube while drunk. Typing is much more difficult.

Yikes Pix! Thank goodness the harm wasn't more serious, but that's really scary.

I have a ridiculous fondness for that movie. Especially the opening vampire club scenes.

I can still hear that Pump Panel remix of "Confusion" in my head 14 years later.

Yikes, Pix! That's a lot.

I continue to be pleased with the ascendance of my generation, as we approach middle age. We were saying this out to dinner recently, when every song they played was college-era for us. So I just saw an ad for a FIVE CD set of 90s R&B, called "That's My Jam." Seriously every song looks awesome. I probably still won't buy it, but whatever.

I am actually almost ready to leave the house, which is semi-shocking given my normal state of laziness. Now the dilemma: It's a beautiful day out, and Target is 2 miles away. I should really walk, but am feeling SO LAZY and wanting to take the bus. You know, I think if I walk there, I give myself permission to be more lazy the rest of the weekend, so it's worth doing. OK, sold.

I walked up to the farmers market and bought, among other things, three quarts of strawberries. One of which is already in my stomach. Mmmmmmm, so good. I think I'm gonna get some gardening in before my morning shower. It's such a gorgeous day here I can't even describe it.

Yoiks, Pix, that's a bad day.

We have a haircut for Gracie this morning and then Lowe's build and grow. I so desperately want to just sit home and watch stuff on TV.