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Really, really finding it hard not to freak out, here.

This morning, about three am, I was awakened by a loud bang and then a, "WHOOSH!'-ing noise. As I opened the door to my room, I saw, down the hallway, a large stream of water, just shooting across. A pipe had burst in the wall between the shower and the kitchen. I couldn't switch it off from there - it just shot in my face and kept going.

A power strip was literally floating on the kitchen floor, and that is one scary fucking thing to have to approach.

Ice-storm, outside. Roads, impassable. My brother couldn't get here. My son was at work, and couldn't get here. The emergency guys from the park couldn't get here.

I had to literally crawl on hands and knees - in pajamas and robe - around the house thru snow and slush because I couldn't walk on the ice, with a flashlight in my fucking mouth - ripping the skirting away to try and find the water shut-off, which was under the house and filled with icy water and leaves up past my elbow.

I got it turned off just in time for the fire company to arrive - my mother had called them, in a panic. Naturally, as I opened the door to them - shivering and dripping from head to toe - my son's cat ran outside and we ended up having to chase him. I know.

It took HOURS to clean up, but stuff in my pantry is just ruined, and God only knows what this has done to the flooring, underneath. A lot of the water went under the stove, and all over the bathroom floor, as well. As we don't have heat, I HAD to get as much water up as I could or the floor would become a skating rink.

We still don't have water in the kitchen, so we suspect something under there has burst, as well. I will have to do dishes in my bathtub, I guess.



Of course, it's fifty-two fucking degrees, today, with torrential rains.

David Bowie. Can't believe it.

Hey, all. I'm sorry I've been so non-existent, on here, but if it matters, I've been pretty non-existent in real life, as well. The loss of Frankie has slammed so many doors shut in me - yet, has also opened so many worm-cans, I could start a fucking psychiatric bait shop. And, one of the worst things is, my filter seems to be irrevocably broken. I'm feeling things HUGE and telling people *exactly* what I think, and that is - let's face it, folks - never, EVER good.

If it helps, also, I've bailed from Twitter and my 'real' Facebook, as well. I thought I was okay with it, but all the, 'Yay! We're all going to see the Cure!'-posts are just fucking too much for me.

Too many things are suddenly just OVER. Time to move on, move on, move on.

QUITTING SMOKING *SUCKS*.

Frankie.

Yep. Yeah. Last day of vaca. Thinkin' thoughts, yo.

Contacting various places/ppl to obtain one of these: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_tree - at least, a seed from one of them. My best bet is the sycamore in King of Prussia, as it's closest, so I hope they get back to me about it. My wish is to have a seed interred with my ashes, once I'm cremated, and, no, that's not a morbid thought, it's a joyous one. :)

If you haven't seen, The Zero Theorem, let me rec' it, strongly - absolutely changed me:

GOD DAMMIT.

On my son's laptop - this morning, our electric went on and off, and my brand-new pc is dead. Won't even turn on. It's not even freakin' paid off, yet, and the elec co. is, 'investigating' = screwing me, anew. Yes, it was plugged into a surge protector. And all my purchase info is ONLINE, and NO, I can't print it out without a printer. Gutted, here.

I know you've all heard it before, but I sincerely don't know when I'll be back *this time*.

Whole new way of life, here - again. Relearning , 'life before the internet' and jeebus, what? Back to paper billing, etc? Back to scribbling in a notebook? How the fuck am I going to keep tabs on my astronauts/Norman Reedus/Bigfoot?!? And NO, 'COSMOS'...I haven't even had television in over fifteen years. It's like the zombie apocalypse without Daryl Dixon - WHAT'S THE POINT? - oh, and no pesky 'walkers', but for my scary neighbors..

Rest in peace, Christopher Lee. I had the privilege of spending MANY a childhood Saturday afternoon in your fine company. You were amazing in the Lord of the Rings movies, but you will always be Count Dracula, to me ♥

Oh, and welcome back to earth, Expedition 43!

Fuckin' A. Of COURSE. Entire pint of Earl Grey? Meet laptop. The end.

-- until I can afford another. Auf Weidersehen, ya'll.

Whine, whine, whine.

You can't pick yer family, right? Right? But you CAN pick to stay out of it, you CAN pick pseudo-sanity.

I've been out the outside since the day I was born; do not expect it to change, anytime, soon.