on being right, but still...

i don't see the use in throwing my favorite pair of fake chanel sunglasses at my door on account of an irritating snooze, especially given that she also snoozes her alarm at least 10 times every morning. she's right, it's annoying, but her correct-ness is irrelevant... i do love her so, that roommate.

anyway, I worked all night and now more work is imminent... though none of it seems to be making much of a difference for anyone at all. 

kipp believe contacted me, noting that they "heard about my performance" and wanted me to come by for a school tour. more like... they know i heard about them, and are just immodest enough to assume that i want to exit hell and join up with the education angels. they're right, but it's irrelevant, because my hell is my hell and someone has to be there. 

cats are fighting outside our door, i wonder if cats aren't fighting inside our door as well...