i'm listening to the fen "dustwalker" album and my back hurts

I lay in my bed and listen to the forever drone of the fan. The faded and cobweb frosted black curtain waves back and forth letting in light intermittently. The dark room I lay in is comfortable in this light. My head feels fogged and heavy so that my thoughts are obscured. The house is a comfortable temperature for now and all conditions suggest sleep.

Outside the rain pours and leaks through my roof and saturates the ground. The rain seeps through the cracks in the layer of shingle where the tar is vulnerable, through the rafters and onto the darkroom table. The rainwater that was once clear is now tainted brown after filtering through several layers of decay. The darkroom trays catch the water and overflow on the tabletop and spill out on the floor. The musty scent of the indoor/outdoor carpet permeates the room. We keep the door to the darkroom shut to keep the smell out. We keep the door to the darkroom shut to keep out the light.

when i looked at my (our) photography blog a few minutes ago i immediately thought, "i shit film." considering there's like, maybe 2 people who view it periodically, i think i'm gonna redesign the layout. i got nothin but time over here!
so we no longer have clovis the cat anymore, she has been gone for about three weeks or so due to unleashing a lake of cat piss on my bed. i put her outside that night and has since vanished. last week, tim brought home a kitten and we're calling it beemo. (or BMO) bmo's pretty alright, aside from the fact she has a pus-y sore eye that's pretty gross to talk/think about while you're eating. she probably has a vet visit in the very near future.
i've been swimming  few times already this year, and that's exciting to me. i just feel like that last sentence made no sense whatsoever, but it's true. i really like to swim and i can swim non-stop for hours, mind you, i'm not one of those "serious" swimmers, i just kinda swim like a frog that enjoys swimming mostly underwater. going to the pool by myself makes me feel kind of awkward, but there's a lot of things out there that make me feel that way so it's not a huge surprise.
i feel that minus friday night i had a pretty good past weekend. saturday was the flea market, where i didn't buy anything but walked around for 3 hours. i later went swimming and began reading best behavior by noah cicero. i finished reading it on sunday, and it was pretty good. i didn't really care much for the talk of politics between the characters, but whatever. tim and i played this game called plague inc. for a huge majority of the day. i finally unlocked "fungus" yesterday but did not have much success. i'm no scientist (no shit) but i don't think a fungus would make a great plague, anyway.