I come home from work today and get into the house with a weird noise and a weird smell. I got the nightmare scene of the nonsensical problem of water just pouring from the ceiling and dribbling down the ceiling fans. A stupid plastic plumbing fitting had self-destructed and was gushing water full blast into the upstairs bathroom and into the halls, living room, side room, and basement. I got the valve to the upstairs closed. I've got the furnace light again and the dehumidifier running again. Every window that isn't stuck is cracked open. A whole lot of model rocket stuff in the basement is ruined, including an '80s and a '90s Estes Saturn V. I may drop out of the hobby for a good long time if not forever. A whole lot of Sci Fi Guy! art is soaked, possibly destroyed, possibly killing the chances of that being revived. The car projects are put on hold until summer or maybe for a year because of this. The comics and sketches are on hold, if not killed because of this.
I am so goddamn sick and tired of not being able to have something nice because of this stupid stuff beyond my control. Like the mice and floods up at the Farm, idiot body men and cheesy foam partners. The Indie Glut and Heroes World, pet playing professors and '80s-'90s cliquish fandom and prodom, the Farm Crisis, downsizing, and plant closings.