Because my life wasn't fun enough

Now I have rats in my heating vents. I sat down at the computer this morning to copyedit a piece, and heard this skittering sound. But I figured that it might be a while before anything showed up towards this end, only after a while, I noticed a pokey little rodent nose sniffing around in the grating of the office vent. That's when I went to the phone book. I called the people I'd used before when we discovered carpenter ants and wood-boring beetles in the south wall of my house, but unfortunately, they're so good -- and popular -- that they can't have a tech here until freaking Monday afternoon. Unless someone cancels, which is unlikely, the way my luck is going these days.

I'm not afraid of rats. When I was a kid I had white rats for pets, gerbils, the whole rodent thing. But in my house, that's another thing altogether, you know? And I've been gone so much that I don't want to go stay at a motel, but I'm not sure how well I can sleep with that awful skittering sound going on for five nights. Plus it's a long time to be without heat -- once I saw that face, of course, I closed off the vents, but those things have serious teeth, and they chewed through the furnace to get into the vents, so I'm sure they can chew through the grates to get into the house. And anything I put over it, since I don't have much I can stick over them that isn't chewable. There's no food near the vents, though the garbage can isn't far in the kitchen from that one. It's just hard to *work* in this office knowing that they're waiting down there!

Emma the pusscat is of course going crazy. She's all "lemme at 'em" and at the same time freaked out that there's something making noises in her vents. But no way am I putting her in the crawl space. I have no idea what the previous owners have put down there, and whenever she's snuck into the space, I've been pretty freaked that she might eat some poison or step on something dangerous, since previous occupants all seemed to be morons who didn't know how to do even the most basic of things.

Sometimes I just feel like I can't take it anymore. The garden is a mess, and I can't make a dent in it because I'm always gone, and when I am home, it rains. Everyone asks me what they can do to help, but that's the one thing I need help with the most, only I know that the offers would somehow mysteriously disappear when I actually asked for help from anyone local, because who the hell wants to help you pull weeds and clear out overgrown grass and stuff. The house is falling apart and now I have rats because I can't keep up with what needs to be done... and this exterminator will be very expensive, at a time when I have no money because Dad and I are having to pay for all these things up front before we see any money from the estate... and I may have to go down to SD yet again since the thief friend is causing trouble.

Game over. You know? I just want to say game over, get off, and take my ball and go home. I don't even know what to think about the Serenity trailer (why are there no shots of Book? They said the whole cast was back, but he's conspicuously absent, and one of my faves) what with my girl River being turned into Trinity from Matrix or something, and I don't know what to think about Jayne with poofy hair and being so thin... plus Simon's hair wigged me a little, no pun intended. And I'm bummed that I can't see the preview, because I've been away from stuff for so long that I had no hope of getting tix to that event.

I need to find a cave to live in.