It’s raining. It’s raining and it will not stop, and it’s never going to stop raining, and I’m going to drown in the woods. (But at least I don’t have to watch the NHL Awards tonight. Thank God for small favors. Heh.)
At Apple Hill I get to see many of my favorite friends, including frequent commenters, Elise and Piece_of_etc. The Apple Hill Chamber Players is a year round organization, and both Elise and Piece_of_Etc are wonderful musicians and people.
They are also lunatics.
Piece_of_etc gets comically peeved when I bitch about the sub-human accommodations here, but I feel it is my duty to TELL THE TRUTH. I’m living in a mouse infested shack and it will NEVER stop raining and it’s a MIRACLE I’m still alive. If Piece_of_Etc wants me to stop whining, well, maybe he better get to work building me a fully equipped bungalow (PLUMBING INCLUDED) with cable television and a hot tub.
Today, while gazing pathetically out into the torrential rain, I suggested that we begin building an ark so that this doesn’t happen to us:
Totally realistic depiction
Piece_of_Etc was unimpressed with my apocalyptic vision of our near future, but he agreed that we should build the ark. Here’s how he sees our situation:
Totally UNrealistic. This could never happen.