cimorene

beverage | sleepytime tea

alright. so we call a different plumber and they show up. there's no crawlspace. the leak is coming up from beneath a cement slab. jackhammers are needed, the linoleum AND the hardwood's gonna have to go. they show me by stomping on the boards halfway down the hall. water seeps up from the cracks.

fucking son of a bitch. we're now talking insurance estimates and jackhammers, folks, and i have no insurance information. we're talking it's midnight in korea and bev and dave are in a hotel and don't want to be disturbed even if the cat DIES, and the phone number for the hotel has the wrong number of digits but the tour agency can't find out the real phone number.

i think i'm gonna be here all day.

i'm practically hyperventilating--well. no, i 'm not, but as close as i ever come, you know--and i have no one to talk to. i suppose i'll go give my email a try, and finish my cup of tea. take a nap while i wait for their best friends to call me back. read some more due south slash.

i don't even have any music here... ::whine::

shit.