[Note: this was written yesterday. Apparently I forgot to publish it.]
There's a blizzard. If not for the blizzard I would have left today and not realized I ran out of oil.
If not for an appointment yesterday, I would have moved up my travel plans because of the blizzard and likewise not noticed the problem.
At the same time, I knew full well that something was wrong. Coldness has had a foothold in this house that it should in no way have. Given where I sleep this has meant enduring frigid conditions every morning and night.
What I couldn't find was the source. It's not like a window was open or a door was ajar. There is not some giant hole in the side of my house letting heat out and cold in.
I think I finally found the source. After running out of oil.
I didn't see this coming at all. I never burn through oil nearly this fast, even with the obvious heating difficulties, I didn't expect to be out again so soon. Not even close.
So, I'm kind of fucked.
Minimum order is $289.90 (if the price remains the same) I have $246.44, and of that $275 is already spoken for. In other words, I have about negative thirty dollars with which to pay a bill that's about three hundred dollars.
If I can postpone paying a bill that's already a month late, and I cash in some Christmas presents, I think I can make that minimum order work. Maybe.
Or maybe not. I'm going to need to get some stopgap oil in the tank right now so the pipes don't freeze between now and when the order (the one that I can't place because I can't afford it) is filled. That costs money. Money I don't have.
Fuck.
I think I'm going to cry for a bit. And sleep upstairs for a change I guess.
SHIT!
There's a fucking blizzard. How the Hell am I supposed to clear a path to the oil intake between now and when I have to leave tomorrow when the pre-blizzard snow level was nearly enough to bury a car?
Fuck fuck fuck FUCK.
Fuck all this shit.
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My original plan for today involved writing out all of the bad shit that happened between my last post and today, thus getting it out of my system, putting all of the stress and fuckiness behind me, and hopefully having some kind of light and fluffy post in the next couple days to end the god damned dreariness that's descended on my life in general and Stealing Commas this past year.
Not only did I not do any of that, I ran out of oil and am now facing . . . I lack the profanity to adequately express the current situation.
That gives me an idea.
Here:
Belgium man, Belgium.
There's a blizzard. If not for the blizzard I would have left today and not realized I ran out of oil.
If not for an appointment yesterday, I would have moved up my travel plans because of the blizzard and likewise not noticed the problem.
At the same time, I knew full well that something was wrong. Coldness has had a foothold in this house that it should in no way have. Given where I sleep this has meant enduring frigid conditions every morning and night.
What I couldn't find was the source. It's not like a window was open or a door was ajar. There is not some giant hole in the side of my house letting heat out and cold in.
I think I finally found the source. After running out of oil.
I didn't see this coming at all. I never burn through oil nearly this fast, even with the obvious heating difficulties, I didn't expect to be out again so soon. Not even close.
So, I'm kind of fucked.
Minimum order is $289.90 (if the price remains the same) I have $246.44, and of that $275 is already spoken for. In other words, I have about negative thirty dollars with which to pay a bill that's about three hundred dollars.
If I can postpone paying a bill that's already a month late, and I cash in some Christmas presents, I think I can make that minimum order work. Maybe.
Or maybe not. I'm going to need to get some stopgap oil in the tank right now so the pipes don't freeze between now and when the order (the one that I can't place because I can't afford it) is filled. That costs money. Money I don't have.
Fuck.
I think I'm going to cry for a bit. And sleep upstairs for a change I guess.
SHIT!
There's a fucking blizzard. How the Hell am I supposed to clear a path to the oil intake between now and when I have to leave tomorrow when the pre-blizzard snow level was nearly enough to bury a car?
Fuck fuck fuck FUCK.
Fuck all this shit.
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My original plan for today involved writing out all of the bad shit that happened between my last post and today, thus getting it out of my system, putting all of the stress and fuckiness behind me, and hopefully having some kind of light and fluffy post in the next couple days to end the god damned dreariness that's descended on my life in general and Stealing Commas this past year.
Not only did I not do any of that, I ran out of oil and am now facing . . . I lack the profanity to adequately express the current situation.
That gives me an idea.
Here:
In today’s modern Galaxy there is, of course, very little still held to be unspeakable. Many words and expressions which only a matter of decades ago were considered so distastefully explicit that were they merely to be breathed in public, the perpetrator would be shunned, barred from polite society, and, in extreme cases, shot through the lungs, are now thought to be very healthy and proper, and their use in everyday speech is seen as evidence of a well-adjusted, relaxed, and totally unf [bleep!] ked-up personality.
So, for instance, when in a recent national speech, the financial minister of the Royal World Estate of Qualvista actually dared to say that due to one thing and another, and the fact that no one had made any food for awhile and the king seemed to have died, and that most of the population had been on holiday now for over three years, the economy had now arrived at what he called, “One whole juju-flop situation,” everyone was so pleased he felt able to come out and say it, that they quite failed to notice that their five-thousand-year-old civilisation had just collapsed overnight.
But though even words like “juju-flop,” “swut,” and “turlingdrome” are now perfectly acceptable in common usage, there is one word that is still beyond the pale. The concept it embodies is so revolting that the publication or broadcast of the word is utterly forbidden in all parts of the galaxy except one - where they don’t know what it means. That word is “Belgium” and it is only ever used by loose-tongued people like Zaphod Beeblebrox in situations of dire provocation.
So, for instance, when in a recent national speech, the financial minister of the Royal World Estate of Qualvista actually dared to say that due to one thing and another, and the fact that no one had made any food for awhile and the king seemed to have died, and that most of the population had been on holiday now for over three years, the economy had now arrived at what he called, “One whole juju-flop situation,” everyone was so pleased he felt able to come out and say it, that they quite failed to notice that their five-thousand-year-old civilisation had just collapsed overnight.
But though even words like “juju-flop,” “swut,” and “turlingdrome” are now perfectly acceptable in common usage, there is one word that is still beyond the pale. The concept it embodies is so revolting that the publication or broadcast of the word is utterly forbidden in all parts of the galaxy except one - where they don’t know what it means. That word is “Belgium” and it is only ever used by loose-tongued people like Zaphod Beeblebrox in situations of dire provocation.
Belgium man, Belgium.
I'm sorry.
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