Obligatory Tuesday grumping here. What, you say it isn’t Tuesday anymore? Heh. Couldn’t tell it by my body’s clock right now. Since I’m weird and giggly and can be excused on the basis of temporary insanity (a goofy, ridiculous plea if I’ve ever heard one), I’d like to say hello to Luke’s grandmother, just in case she visits again. Good morning, Luke’s grandmother. Luke and I aren’t having sex. We aren’t dating or doing anything [much…] questionable at all. Just to clarify, since the question was apparently raised. (Please don’t kill me, Luke…) Bob our Curly-Q’d friend has big news and it’s an excuse for a very short attention span…

While I do get along and like my roommate, living with a roomie is a rather restrictive setup. Not bad, but restrictive. For instance, I can’t blare the same 12 Metallica songs on repeat all night while dancing, singing, and studying DISCO in my room under most circumstances. That would just be rude as hell. But no one is going to complain about the loud music in the Union at 01:00, because no one’s here. Nothing wrong with making DISCO fun, since I’m relying on an “ah-ha” at this point to get me through the test successfully.