Thursday, July 21, 2011

Nature, Mr. Allnut, is what we are put in this world to rise above

The weather. Is it suppose to just fall on you every damned day for what seems to be weeks straight? I don't think so. Welcome to sunny Australia. Not. Don't worry about the sun screen. WE DON'T HAVE SUN NO MORE! When it returns (IF it returns) we will stare at the sky in wonder and ask each other what that strange disk in the sky is.

It's not fabulous but I'm trying to cope without cycling. Gets me grumpy that. No cycling.

Most of the issues I'm experiencing at the moment have to do with the fact that it's raining all the time. I would like to wash some clothes, you know basic hygiene and all, but there's really nowhere to dry the stuff. So, like never mind. You think I smell? IT'S THE GOD DAMNED MOLD GROWING IN MY ARMPITS!

I should have got pet ducks instead of pet cats. Cats go stir crazy when the weather is bad for long periods. It's not that they need to go out because in this weather they don't even want to. They just sit there and stare at it through the window and they get shittier and shittier the longer they sit there. Then they're drawn in by the gas heater's force field but what was once considered acceptable closeness is now not. It's like their need for more personal space multiplies by hundreds and they have to wage really nasty war on each other. The house is suddenly not big enough for all and what used to be the occasional paw batting incident is now eye gouging and general maiming. You try to talk to them but they don't listen. Cats are like engineers. They always think they're right. Me, I'm taking revenge by taking them all to the vet for their yearly jab and stab. Take that cats. Take that.

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