• Location: standing in the shower. In my kitchen.
• Mood: depressed

water, water, everywhere ...

I got home from work this morning to the light, relaxing pitter-patter of water falling -- through my kitchen ceiling.

My last emergency spit n' baling wire repair lasted a whole year, and now I'm back to buckets. At that point, I really didn't give a hoot about the election, or Saddam, or anything else in the world.

So ... does anybody happen to have an extra roof, maybe in their back yard, or up in their attic? Or a big honkin' plastic sheet? Prozac? Or, I don't know, a handful of those Minties redwolf was writing about?