Tragedy strikes
My guy wasn't at Neb's today. My coffee isn't as good and she gave me the wrong kind of muffin. My world is pain and sorrow.
Also, I think my apartment is plotting against me. Not only is the pan Still There, but: my puny (seriously, it's about 8" high) heater stopped working, so my room is at Least 10 degrees colder than the rest of the place but I can't open the door to try and get heat in because of the smokiness; the kitchen light isn't working, and as I mentioned I'm by far the roommate who spends the most time in the kitchen; and the wireless internet isn't working, which was really a problem because I'd sent something to myself by mail from work to finish at home and send to Margrete so she'd have it in the morning, and again, I'm by far the roommate who uses the internet most, the others just watch TV. CONSPIRACY???
Also, I think my apartment is plotting against me. Not only is the pan Still There, but: my puny (seriously, it's about 8" high) heater stopped working, so my room is at Least 10 degrees colder than the rest of the place but I can't open the door to try and get heat in because of the smokiness; the kitchen light isn't working, and as I mentioned I'm by far the roommate who spends the most time in the kitchen; and the wireless internet isn't working, which was really a problem because I'd sent something to myself by mail from work to finish at home and send to Margrete so she'd have it in the morning, and again, I'm by far the roommate who uses the internet most, the others just watch TV. CONSPIRACY???