So It Rains On 4th of July - Is That Even Allowed?

After crash-landing in the oh-so-appealing dreamless void conjured by couch, cushion, and unholy night I woke to the discomfort of having restrained my urine until 4am.

Disoriented,

I hobbled my way over to the porcelain altar I spent ten minutes worshiping, only to return to the familiar face-smashing position I had assumed earlier in the night.

I awoke again at 10:45am strangely unfulfilled. And that's when it dawned on me that I once again fell asleep through the ending of Fellowship of the Ring (this had been my third attempt at correcting the issue) and there will be no fussing over the fact that THAT'S how I typically spend all of my nights my Thursday nights.

BECAUSE SRSLY IS IT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS HOW I DO?

Followed by the requisite re-hashing of the twenty-five minutes I missed—

"Be at peace son of Gondor..." 

"I wish the ring had never come to me... So do all who live to see such times..." 

"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise..."

"Let's hunt some Orc."

—I kind of lurked around my house until I noticed people waking.

Once The Motherbot deigned to join the Land of the Waking Bored, she kindly offered to feed us nutritional substance.

BECAUSE REALLY HOW COULD ONE CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKE BE ENOUGH?

Which promptly gave me gas. And that, hobbitses, is when I should've realized it was all going to go downhill from there.

My best friend proceeded to cancel our plans to go to the carnival-fair-hybrid-thing-we-were-going-to-so-we-had-plans-like-real-people because it was prophesied to rain.

And then it did.

And it hasn't stopped. It is now 3:30pm and it is still raining.

And I can't decide what to read in the absence of actual people plans.

Then I glanced at my TV and it was accidentally on a channel that allowed The Conjuring to conquer the screen, at which point I was like, "Whoa, horsie, no!" and rushed my television set.

This is really my first post.

My, oh, my. What shall be done?