Mortgaging My Soul, Once Again

Don't judge me until you read what I have to write, ok?  Sure, I may be a soulless freak that likes to get a lil' freaky in the bedroom, but I do love my indoor plumbing.   A lot.

So, there's been a leak under the kitchen sink at the agency for a week.  So most nights, prior to my brother going home, he turns the water off so that the water doesn't overflow the bowl we have under it.  However he's been typically leaving around 3:30.  I'm here until 5:30.  So two hours without running water.  Which isn't a big deal as the water here, I feel, is toxic.  I'm pretty sure that the well that it draws its water from has an obscene amount of pesticide runoff from the neighboring fields right surrounding the agency on 3 sides.  That and it smells like, well, shit.  But anyways, the water is dangerous.  However it's good enough for me to pee in, not that "it being good enough for me" really, truly means anything *laughs*.

So anyways, a couple of days last week and just today I had to pee outside.  Again, it's out in the country, surrounded by fields, so again, it's not that bad.  Except for today.  It's raining...really really cold rain, like almost freezing rain.  So, here I am, standing out in the rain with my leather jacket and cashmere scarf on with my jeans around my ankle (well not really), peeing by the house, getting soaked with chilled rain.  At least I would have an excuse if someone saw my winky at that point in time...could just tell them that it's cold!

The plumber is coming out tomorrow morning to fix the leak so I won't have to go through this again.  I just figured that I would let everyone know that, while you guys think that you have it bad, just think of me standing out in the rain, winky in hand, soaked with freezing rain, whimpering softly because all I really want is an outhouse to keep me and my winky dry.