h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The weather here is miserable. With all the mad scientists floating around in the world you'd think someone would have come up with a bona fide rain machine by now. You can't seed clouds if there aren't any.

The houses on either side of me are occupied by retirees who are obsessed with their lawns. They mow two or three times a week. Set their mowers on the lowest settings. Always make my yard look unkempt. I'm happy to report that they now have dry yucky stubble whereas I have a green lawn in need of a trim. I feel vindicated at last.

My custodian at the library gave notice yesterday. He's having health problems. And two practically new computers went on the fritz. An expensive flat screen monitor that I was so proud of lost it's will to live. And I lost all the user profiles on another one. A local agency I was planning to partner with on a program funded with a federal grant went out of business. Now that has to be redesigned. And I got a call that another grant had to be recalculated and faxed immediately because I needed to find a way to spend an extra dollar. That's right. One dollar. Here I'm trying to save the government a buck and get penalized for it.