the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

Kroger is open! They have no ice and no bread and are not selling perishable things, but you know what? They have bread machine mixes, and I have a bread machine and electricity. They also had stuff like tortillas and pita bread. But never mind that, I have a loaf of hot bread, oh god it is so good after three days of cold rolls and rice balls. ♥

Walgreen’s was also open, but I didn’ go in there.

The Chronicle tells me that Hooters, of all places, is open.

I heard people walking around on the roof earlier. I don’t think they actually fixed anything, but at least they were looking at shit. Some lady in one of the nearby apartments was apparently bitching and whining at the maintenance man about when they were going to fix her stained ceiling. Lady, please shut up, I want them to fix the damn ROOF because I’m afraid if it rains one more time my ceiling is going to CAVE IN. FUCK UR CEILING.

My bedroom is mostly cleaned up and the bits where the carpet got just damp enough to stink have been aired out and Carpet Freshed and vacuumed. The ceiling is still ugly, but at least the bedroom doesn’t smell like a wet dog and I can, y’know, just not look at the ceiling. I still need to go through the leaky side of the closet and see if anything else in there got leaked on.

Yesterday on the way to Mom’s house I saw a house whose windows were boarded up… with, like two or three 2×4s on each window with huge gaps between them. I wish I’d had my camera, because that was screaming for a “you’re doing it wrong” macro.

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