I've had one hell of a month.
My house, my car, and along with 2/3rds of the town, got flooded out. This lasted for almost a week in which I was homeless (I stayed at a one of my buddy's house. And drank. Alot.), and made the news a few times.
My house was a wreck. The floors soaked and muddy, furniture and TV's and whatnot waterlogged. On top of that, someone broke in and stole two labtops, my Wii, and some cheep jewelry (They missed the good stuff though). Apparently, the whole neighborhood got combed though.
Right now I'm living at my grandparents' house, and now have a new car and laptop. My house has nothing but stubs and subfloors left in it. Someone should be coming in to rewire it soon so the walls can be replastered.
This isn't a very detailed account of it really, I'm still going over it in my head. I might add details if anyone wants to hear them.
Oh! Someone at work bought me a Tool album too.
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