My curtains are wet again. Lately, the air-con has been dripping water
intermittently constantly into my room. It started with a tiny waterfall, actually, like the water had been accumulating someplace and when something finally gave way…
As I write this, I can hear trickling.
I don’t smell anything strange, so I guess things aren’t too bad. I suppose I’ll take a look at it tomorrow and possibly clean up before it starts looking like a swamp.
I sacrificed a sweater to mute the tup-tup-tup of dripping.
It just occurred to me that the sensible solution would be to sleep with the fan on.
Previously at around 9:30PM, I nearly kicked a puppy. Luckily, with my swift ninja reflexes the worst case scenario, where I trip and crush the curly fuzzball under my foot, was avoided. The thing is so small, it’s like those stray kittens you rescue on your way back home from school because you heard an incessant whining and couldn’t just leave it there alone and possibly hungry and in the drain. Except Grandma had gotten Curly from the petshop for a thousand or two.
So I had walked with Curly dancing around my feet, and the Empress had screamed bloody murder for walking while Curly danced around my feet, and now that I think about it, I guess I should’ve gotten down on my knees and crawled my way to the kitchen instead of being a pompous giant bipedal.
It’s always the cute one.@11 months ago