Bring It On
Saturday, September 27th, 2003
Bring It On
A Dom Entry
It rained.
I don't know when it began. Probably last night. Sometime.
I noticed when I woke to the collision of one small, cold raindrop against the bridge of my nose at about 3:00 this morning. That wasn't to be the last of it, however. I wound up having to pivot from where it was wedged into my floorboards my bed to the side of the wall so I wouldn't receive a shower in my sleep.
I woke later to the presence of a substantial puddle in he middle of my bedroom floor. I actually didn't notice it, (as my eyes were trying to stay asleep though I was walking), until I stepped into its icy depths and instantly attained frostbite on three of my toes.
This wasn't the biggest surprise, though.
As I opened the door of my room, my entire house shuddered. Now this wasn't just a little quiver in my general proximity. This was an actual house-quake. I nearly wet myself.
I knew at that moment that if I were to so much as sneeze while standing underneath my roof, the whole house would fall and be washed away into the river.
I'm still not sure how much rain has gathered on top of my house. The roof, however, is oddly buldging. The wind doesn't seem to pose as much threat anymore. But I know well enough still to just keep my doors open at all times and walk on tiptoe from place to place. If I had any manner of mind at all, I'd get out of this shack and set camp under a tree. But a sick part of me thinks I'm invincible.
You'd never guess what the worst part is.
That's right. It hasn't stopped raining yet.
Basically, I have a lake in my room. My roof holds water like tissue paper. Why don't the gods humor me and drop a plane on my house?
Tomorrow morning a roof will be on my nose and I will be only too pleased to have it over with.
I am going to try to sleep now. I figure if my life flashes before my eyes, I'll know to wake up.
Whoever is doing the raindance is a dead man.
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