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feeling: bugged
listening to: my mom griping down the hall
Great news. I have just discovered two very tiny holes in my waterbed mattress. They are tucked into a heavy crease, and way down toward the bottom of it, so I had to roll the very heavy thing up just to locate the source of the dampness I'd discovered on my pant leg. Dad planned to temporarily patch it up with rubber cement and some kind of tape, but it's too far down and he can't hold up the thing and keep it dry long enough to do anything to it. So it appears to need drained. But it's 11:30 at night, and we can't find the little plastic attachment to hook a garden hose to it to suck the stuff out. So either we duct tape a rag over the leak or let it sit and leak more, possibly soaking my floor. Either way, it appears I'll be sleeping on the floor this weekend. Or the couch, which isn't much better. That's where I sleep (or try to) when I'm sick. So I wouldn't predict success in that endeavor.
Oh, the part about great news was, by the way, sarcasm.
My tummy hurts. I'm leaving now.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 5/03/2002 11:43:00 PM
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