It Is Raining In My Apartment

it is raining in my apartment

not like, actual rain. but the person upstairs who listens to loud music and screams profanities off the balcony at odd hours seems to have decided to transition to being a swamp person, judging from the steady flow of water from the ceiling. It was slowing down but the water started running again and now it's become more of a steady flow than a drip. My wastebins are getting kinda full. It's only been an hour.

Advice would be appreciated.

To all the ghosties out there looking for something to do this spooky season

I will be renting out my physical form! If you wanna experience being alive and do my job for a day or so y’all are welcome to apply. You can do whatever just promise not to do crimes while using my body. I will be taking Moments of Peaceful Oblivion, minor haunting fulfillments, and Omens(tm) as payment as I suspect you may no longer have access to traditional funds.

What does E = mc^2 actually mean?

Let's start at the very beginning, A very good place to start. When you read, you begin with A-B-C. In science, you begin with E and MC:

E, a quantitative property.

M, the mass of something there.

C, a speed as fast as light.

2, that stands for something squared.

So, if mass and light combined-

Square, and equal energy,

Then, in relative spacetime-

That will bring us back to E equals MC (squared).

That's all in a musical by Rodgers and Einstein of course.

Last night I went to make some cool stuff for my next DnD one shot

I had exactly one (1) half of a hard cider

I got really excited and sent a Cool Thing (TM) to my group chat

I only then realized I had:

1. Spelled a character’s name differently every time

2. Not changed any of the placeholder names

3. Autocorrect had messed with a bunch of the fantasy names I actually used

Don’t post content while tipsy, folks

I was a wishing well for sad boys who wanted something to change so they tried to change me

They tossed pennies into my depths and grew angry at my remaining the same on the surface

But the pieces of themselves they thought fit to toss away lay deep inside me and tossed and turned the currents in my soul and clogged up pathways in my heart.

You were an antiques collector, happy to grow old with me, and I was full of people’s old junk.

It’s a good thing we found each other.

Let me be remembered for my love

Please