Today's post is dedicated to the fabulous Sir Bob Geldof, and his aptly-named I Don't Like Mondays.

I am now back at work, and not completely enjoying it. After two weeks, I've gotten used to being a lady of somewhat leisure. Why must you people always insist on me doing things, when I am clearly entitled to all I desire without ever having to lift a finger?

Last night I discovered a heretofore unknown geographic anomaly in my very own bedroom. I shall call it Swamp Closet. Its crowning glory is the tall and mighty tower of Leaky Water Heater.

After cleaning up the floor a bit, and throwing out some extremely moldy throw pillows, I examined the remains in a calm, detatched, and purely academic manner which in no way involved hopping around and screeching "ickyickyickyickyicky!" and repeatedly washing my foot.

Based on my observations, it's been leaking for A Very Long Time. No longer than a year, since I know it wasn't like that when I moved in, but anything else is fair game. The Scary Black Mold has reached about 8 inches up the wall.

But the best part?

The floor is sprouting mushrooms.

Yes.

Mushrooms.

I have a freakin' fairy ring in my closet!

(Umm... that sentence sort of ended up somewhere other than where it started... kind of...)