The Epic Flood continues, and the short lived sunshine of last week seems like a distant memory. Stir-crazy, I find myself pondering Noah and wondering if there's enough scrap in the basement to build at least a canoe. The baleful glare of the offensive bedroom carpet and hideous kitchen floor taunt and torture me... and this domestic
No, wait, I rescind that statement; dishes are done (*gasp*!) and Boiled Dinner is, well, boiling, and there aren't too many sticky spots on the floor. All in all, not too bad... considering.
I wonder how anything is accomplished with any sense of industry with the advent of the digital age? Why cook/clean/tend/mend when there are viral videos, Facebook updates and torrenting to do and see? Not to mention video gaming, musics (apparently, I'm a new fan of The Faint), and good ol' fashioned television to dull the senses and capture/conquer the mind... and if there's nothing good on the telley, why fire up your favorite program on DVD!
A week after the infamous Tooth Debacle, I'm still uncomfortable and irritable. Thank goodness for the ever patient and understanding Mr. Anti-Stepford... and Captain Jack Harkness to make me smile tonight ;-)
Listening to: Sunny Day Real Estate - Song About an Angel