I found out last night that my childhood best pal’s father died of a completely unexpected heart attack. Gave me a glimpse into the fragility of human life - my own father’s been told numerous times to stop smoking, stop drinking… and he hasn’t yet. He’s been in the hospital twice in the last… six months? A year? Something like that. Congestive heart failure, and his liver’s on its way down the tubes, too. Russ’s death last night was so sudden - no one expected it, he’d even had a clean bill of health from the doctors not long ago. If such a seemingly healthy man could so abruptly pass away, how much more likely would it be for someone like my father, who’s not nearly so healthy, to do the same?

Moving away from such a serious topic… my washing machine took a dive last night while I was washing towels at… oh 2:30am or so. I heard this strange hissing noise and went out to look… and sure enough, something behind the washer was spraying water…. everywhere. I had gobs of water, water racing across the floor and in all directions - and me, I was standing there just freaking out like an idiot. I was being stereotypically… female. Yikes. So I finally got enough of a head on my shoulders to dial my brother, my socks soaked, the bottoms of my jeans beginning to draw up water, and barely managed to convey in my panic that I had a “big emergency”, which didn’t make him too thrilled. He came up though and shut the water off (harhar, easy as pie, if i’d known how…) and gave a laugh at the utter mess and the steamy windows (yes, it was the hot water tube that’d sprung a big leak) and went back to bed… leaving me to run around, still half panicked, because I didn’t have a good way to mop up the mess. I mean, my mop? It’s a Swiffer WetJet. That is definately no good in this sort of situation. And all my towels? You bet, right in the washing machine, filled with hot soapy water. I found three that hadn’t made it into the machine yet, but they were drenched sopping within minutes. Finally, I got the idea to spin out all the water of the machine, giving me semi-not-soaked towels - just damp, to mop up the rest of the water with. Hell. Pure hell.

So after I’d gotten off the phone with mom, telling her this (I was trying to find a mop), Sheila (our bartender) showed up with the money from the bar… and the cops in tow. Night before last, someone had tried to bust into the bar, and nobody’d noticed cause it was on the back door, which is usually barred at night, meaning we don’t use a key from the outside. When she went to lock up, though, she found that her key just… spun happily in the lock without doing a thing. And someone had taken what they thing was a screwdriver and a hammer to the lock. Greaaat. But we don’t think they got into the bar. Good news, because we’ve had enough burglaries there…. *sag*

What a day, what a day. I just hope tonight goes better.

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