It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring, he went to bed 'cause he bumped his head and he won't get up in the morning...
Seriously, though. For this being the Dog Days of Summer, when the dog star Sirius is best visible to those of us in the northern hemisphere as it gazes on our roasting with a cold, canine intelligence, there's been an awful lot of cold rains in my part of Human Earth. Given as my driveway during rains transforms into an 1/8th-of-a-mile long river of mud flowing downhill, that presents a bit of a problem...

Talking of things other than the weather, I quit my job today. It was...surprisingly painless. Got my check, which was only about $70 after taxes(That is, Medicare and Social Security; The IRS got a grand total of $0.01) but hey, it's spending money. When classes start back, I'm going to look into getting back into the Work-Study Program, at the library or something.
Rocky: Aw...
Oh, don't complain. I'll have weightlifting P.E. every two days at least, AND access to the new exercise equipment in the new Fitness Center.
Rocky: Yay!


And now, I shall answer some questions from previous comments. First, ck writes:
"Just out of curiosity, how does Rocky feel about the "stupidity of others?" Does he find your new job challenging?"
Rocky: The who of what?
Which is to say: when I'm Rocky, I can be remarkably self centered. I don't notice others' stupidity because I just can't be bothered to notice others, period. I mean, I have conversations with them, I just don't care like I do normally. As for the job...
Rocky: *pulls fingers out of his mouth* I burned them putting the meat on the grill! Alot!
...*sigh*...'Alot' should be 'a lot'...ANYWAY. Moving on to Xavious, who sympathizes with my employment problems:
"Maybe you should let Rocky have a go at being more assertive when it comes to problems. He can knock some skulls together and get things done. That's me assuming that Rocky isn't the type to take shit from people though."
Actually, I can answer this one with or without Rocky. The assumption, here, is that I take shit. Rocky, do I take shit?
Rocky: *beats fist into his palm* I take no shit from no shitheads.
Just so. Jock or Geek, I tend to respond poorly from those who attempt to push me around. The difference is how I respond. When I'm Rocky, I respond with "Fuck you!" and similar. When I'm not Rocky, I tend towards acerbic wit and attempts at humiliation. If I can get you stuttering over what to say next, it makes my day.


Moving on, plumbing update: Yesterday, we got the water fixed! Hooray! We were able to do laundry and dishes! Hooray! I was able to take a hot shower!
*insert Handle's Messiah: Hallelujah Chorus*
And then last night it broke again after all that water pressure. Oy gevalt...Anyway, we'll have to completely replace my bathtub faucet. After moving all of my mother's stuff back in with her...Husband.
Rocky: I still say I should kill the sonofabitch. He HIT her for God's sake.
No, Rocky, not kill. The dead are free, but the living can be made to suffer.(Which relates back to my comment about how Rocky and Normal Me react differently to conflict; Rocky Smash, Aelfrich Tortures.)

Later, bros!