i have found a pile of empty Robotussin bottles in the back of my stage amp and a snake under my never moved practice amp.
Be thankful you don't have amps, if you don't have amps.
*currently ampless and snake free*

Ah, you have saved me the trouble of posting my own ranting, crying, shouting thread.

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT IT WOULD COST ME $315 PER MONTH OUT OF POCKET TO ADD MY SON TO MY HEALTH INSURANCE WHICH IS ALREADY COSTING ME MORE THAN I CAN AFFORD BUT WHICH I CANNOT DROP DUE TO WORK CIRCUMSTANCES LIKE IF I DROP IT I AM ESSENTIALLY SIGNING A COWORKER'S DEATH WARRANT. I DON'T HAVE $315 A MONTH AND THERE IS NO POSSIBLE WAY I COULD COME UP WITH IT GIVEN THAT IT IS NEARLY 1/4 OF MY INCOME. AND THIS IS SUCKY HORRIBLE INSURANCE WITH A REALLY HIGH DEDUCTIBLE THAT DOESN'T COVER ANYTHING: I AM GOING TO BE PAYING $50 A MONTH FOR LIKE THE NEXT TWO YEARS TO PAY FOR THE CT SCAN I HAD IN OCTOBER AND THAT'S AFTER THE INSURANCE KICKED IN. I HATE THIS AND I HATE INSURANCE AND I HATE HEALTH CARE AND I HATE THIS COUNTRY.

Oh and your broiler pan is under the deck because your housesitter was broiling some chicken and he forgot about it because then somebody came over and they were toking up and dude, shit, the oven's on fire! So in a momentary stoned panic they threw the flaming broiler pan under the deck and you're lucky you didn't find it until weather and small animals had taken care of the chicken bits, actually. ;-)

Grrr! I just took off my pants [*waves*] Hi, everybody! and tied my hair back in the goofy-looking way, planning to get down to Serious Writing and/or Serious Procrastinating in the form of housework, when I remembered we're completely out of bread and milk, and I have to go out to the store. Pants ahoy.

Uh, not rant-worthy? Maybe not.

POOOOOOOOP

mgl, you are probably very close to the truth there. The scene probably ended with 'Dude, we totally can't forget to bring that back in later.' 'Whuh?' 'Huh?' 'You said something there.' 'Did I?' 'Got any Doritos?'

ethylene: I so wanna party with you someday.

Okay, first of all:

Elizard - I miss youse and wish we could be reading something under an umbrella in the morning with coffee. Like, on Sunday, when I came over from my tiny apartment up the way.

Elsa - how do?

Ethylene - I don't think I could party with you (or anyone, really, anymore), but it might be cool if you could show me a picture you drew of a trolley car floating in space with one person riding and perhaps with their hands cupped under their chin, lost in thought.

Specklet - Whatwhatwhatwhat?

Mygothlaundry - there's a half-pack of cigarettes we haven't gotten around to getting through yet.

Ardiril - I dinnae know ye, but your nick sounds like something I should take tonight to combat being by myself in the snow-drift trench that is New England in March.