Shit happens, really

Middle of night. I step out of my bedroom and slip in a pool of water. Pain. Scraped left arm and there’s a stabbing pain in my right heel. Damnit, water tank’s overflowed. I rush outside to shut off mains. Then I notice the blood as I come in. It marks a path to the door. Foot bled enough to make it look like a wet, bloody murder happened. Have to mop it up. Else housemates think I killed someone…or had my monthlies. Death by shame. 2.30am. Tired as hell. Damn I can’t put off calling plumber to weekend. Life. It rains on you when you least expect it.

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