Current mood:	mellow
Current music:	"Acoustic," Bayside

the streets are turning into rivers
So it's been raining like mad tonight. It's nuts. Michael's is decidedly NOT watertight, which made my evening at work interesting. The stockroom floor was covered in water, and it was leaking out onto the sales floor. And water was seeping in through the basement walls. The conrete basement walls. That is easily the least effective concrete I've ever come across. The ceiling in the frame shop leaks as well, right over the very large and very heavy drymount machine. Which I had to move by myself. And which I then had to hoist a large trash can over and climb up and over in order to set the trash can up to catch the offending drips. Awesome. I kept having customers while I was trying to recover, too. It's like, seriously, why are you here? It's a fucking torrential downpour outside and you just decide to hop in your car and hydroplane your way down to Michael's for a little bit of light shopping? Come on now. Go home.

Adam came in to visit on his way home and started organizing things like he worked there. He's such a compulsive straightener, it's adorable.

So my birthday is coming up in a bit less than a month, and I've been thinking about what I want to do. My family never really has a party or anything, so I'm thinking about taking a few days off of work and going camping. I've been wanting to go to Farm Sanctuary for ages, and it's conveniently close to Watkins Glen State Park, so I was thinking we could combine the two activities and make a little weekend trip of it. Camping, hiking, cuddling cows. Sounds like a good time to me! Plus renting a campsite is way cheaper than any other lodging option. So now I just need to make sure Adam can get the days off, and see if my mom still has a tent we can use.

Bonus: I'll definitely be planning a stop in Bethlehem on our way up and back, because I recently learned that there's a kick-ass vegan bakery there. I plan to stuff myself silly. It'll be my birthday, after all. And how many chances does a person get to have vegan soft serve? Not many, at least if that person lives in Lancaster.

Sometime this week, probably Thursday unless it's still raining by then, we're going the pick cherries at a local orchard. I'm really way too excited about this. I have plans. Delicious, cherry-centric plans.

In other news, I think my oven is fucked up. That is all.