I am sitting in my living room listening to the nicest sound in the world. The sound of rain pouring down outside, rain I didn't get caught in. Just as I was coming in my door, the lightning started, and now I'm in here all nice and snug and dry.

Of course, there's no smoking in the house, so I may get wet later if I decide that I really want a smoke, but I doubt I will quite that much.

You know how yesterday I said that I stopped taking my allergy medicine and was sleeping swell? I have officially spoken too soon, as there was another hideous 3 hours of sleep last night.

I'm never stopping taking that stuff again. Maybe when it starts to snow, not before.

Watching the TV Moguls show on TV Land, which is a fascinating series. They just were talking about The Waltons, one of my favourite shows of my childhood, and there was Earl Hamner being interviewed.

Wow. Wow wow wow. I haven't thought about him or the show in quite a while, but now I know the one thing that can slam me back to my childhood faster than anything else, and that's Earl Hamner's voice. He still sounds exactly the same. And for a few seconds there, I was seven years old, sitting in my father's lap, being allowed to stay up until 9p as a special treat.

I always say that my childhood wasn't any great treat, what with being tortured by other children almost where ever I went, but my home life, my family, my house--that part of my childhood almost couldn't have been better.

Maybe I'm remembering things rosier than they actually happened, as one does, but you know what? It doesn't matter. If your memories are good ones, if you don't remember the sad bits, there's nothing wrong with that. Maybe remembering happy times makes me a happier person now.

I am so bored bored bored at the theatre during this show that I decided to bring my laptop into the theatre and watch my Netflix DVDs rather than killing myself.

Of course, you really can't do that in front of an usher, as it's rude, and my usher last night was pretty much the dullest usher that I have, so it was just wishful thinking on my part.

Fortunately, he asked permission to watch the show, and since he's such a good usher and I can always count on him, I said that he could. Having nothing to do with the fact that with him gone I could watch Kill Bill Vol. 1 rather than make desultory conversation!

Of course I saw it last year, but just like when I am reading a series and a new book comes out, I need to read all of the old ones before reading the new one, I had to re-watch it before getting myself out to the theatre to see Kill Bill Vol. 2.

It turns out that it's a good thing that I'm smoking outside now, because when the rain slacked off, I went to my door to go out and have one or two, and when I opened the door, I noticed that the drain outside my door was clogged, and then I looked around and there was a little flood in the basement.

The last flood was four years ago, so you'd think that I have gotten lax about checking the drain, but I actually checked that it was unplugged only a day or two ago. And it was only a teeny flood, not coming anywhere near my apartment, only in the outer basement and only in a small part of it.

But all the same, as I was spreading towels around to mop up the water, I was like "Thank you, Marlboro Lights!"

Today's horoscope:
Shared resources are sure to be a hot issue. Keep everybody's money in separate piles for now, and hold on to that 'get out of jail free' card until just the right moment.

One year ago today:
And no, that wasn't an example of how dull my life is getting, it was intensely fascinating. It used its middle pair of legs to clean its wings, and its butt and its front and back pairs of legs, it was the most obsessive-compulsive fly that I have ever seen.

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