I came back this morning, craving just a nice, hot cup of coffee, just to find that someone snuck into my house, just to steal half a container of cheap, dollar store brand coffee.
....it was the damn caffeine gnomes again I tell you.
My head hurts, and I need a shower.
[Private to Suguru]
One of your socks managed to stow away in my pants without me noticing apparently. :) No tearing the house apart looking for it, I'll bring it with me to work or just the next time I see you.
Did you steal my coffee? :o I know it was you. Don't even try to hide it you little nutcase.
Alright. So. There's good news, and there's bad news.
Well, good news and good news and bad news.
The first good news is that the heating was fixed this afternoon. It's a record. Less than 24 hours.
The second good news is that I finally beat Katamari Damacy. My katamari eats your katamari. 'Nuff said. I'm will to brave the unfamiliar and scary outdoors once again now that the glow of my tv no longer holds my soul.
The bad news. While the heat is fixed, the hot water is out until tomorrow night. So says the landlord. It'll probably be longer.
Does anyone mind me coming over to take a bath at their place? I'll bring beer, or movies, or anything to compensate so I don't feel so much like a mooch.
I'd brave the bathhouse but...eer...I generally have a two to three person limit as to how many people I'll allow to see me naked at once. Plus the last thing I think we all need is my ass on the tabloid covers tomorrow morning.
(If I love you enough you can see it all you want for free.)
Okay, no, but really. Someone save me from a truly stinkified fate?
Ugh. It's horrendously cold in my apartment again. I'm guessing the heating went out for the third time this month and the landlord can't really tell the difference.
Good thing I'm used to it by now. I bought three new blankets over the weekend so I get this nice little cocoon thing going at night. I'm a MASTER at it now I tell ya.
Seriously though, I should have gotten a new place ages ago, but I'm attached I guess. So much has changed these days that having just the apartment stay the same does wonders, even if I'm a human popcicle half the time.
Even practicing hurts because my fingers are so cold.
If I were a smarter man, I'd move the bed away from the window because the draft's going to end up making me sick. But, as we all know, since school ended, my intelligence has been waning.
I blame Shuichi.
Everyone else is allowed to also.
I win. :)
Ugh, my fingers...I need to stop typing and make some coffee, or soup, or hot chocolate. SOMETHING. I might just soak in the bathtub for a while and thaw.
nervous
if it's not one thing...