On my phone again. It rained today, and when I got home, my new apartment was flooded. Damn near everything I own is either wet, covered in mud, or both, including my computer. And to top it all off, I had worked a swing shift, so the front office was closed by the time I found out.

I don't know what will happen in the morning, but I doubt they will be of any help. If I have only learned one thing, its not to ever expect even a smidgen of compassion or competence anywhere from anyone in Las Vegas. God help me, if I need to move on the fly without the assistance of internet for the second time in two months, I'm just going to rage-quit this whole fucking city -- Ill put all but my absolute necessities in storage and drive straight to the closest Nevada border.

Every time I think I have seen the worst, it get ten times worse. This city is on a bullet train to Hell. Maybe I should just get out now while its only doing so figuratively.

EDIT: Okay, a small bright spot. As you can tell by the fact that this journal is now formatted, spellchecked and has all the appropriate punctuation, I was able to get the computer running. The floor is still soaking wet, but the power strip and all the chords are all dried and off the floor. So at the very least, if I do have to move on the fly again, I will be able to look for my next place online this time.

Doesn't make me any less pissed, or any more hopeful that I'll get any help from the office in the morning. There is literally dirt and mud in places I am 100% incapable of reaching by any conventional means. And even if I do get everything back the way it was, this night will haunt me. As long as I'm here, I will live with the knowledge that I'm just one rainy day from having the whole place flooded again, and long after I get out of here -- both this apartment, and out of Las Vegas -- I suspect it'll be years before I'm ever brave enough to leave anything on the floor again.