I was in the kitchen, and a girl couldn't find her soup in the fridge. I hoped this had stopped, but no. I've had a sandwich and two yoghurts stolen. Other people have had milk, also sandwiches, a bottle of champagne, Philadelphia cheese stolen, and those are just the ones I know of. We have only one small fridge per floor, which is really annoying. I wish they'd let us keep one in our rooms. Like I could afford to buy one, anyway.
Meanwhile, I got
flamed today for the first time in at least four years, probably five. I don't remember how long it's been since I stopped posting at ff.net. I don't really care, confidence-wise, but the immaturity really bugs me. If you don't like the fic, either give me constructive crit, or don't read it. Geez.