Monday, May 12, 2008
So exclaimed a former roommate of mine. For a while, this offered me some comfort. Even when the worst things were happening, I could take solace in the fact that it was familiar. After almost 2 years in this dump, familiarity just isn't cutting it anymore. It's 3 am and my basement is currently flooding. I'm not taking bets that the landlord will actually be able to get a plummer out here at this hour, but still I am awake. My jeans are partially soaked, I am tired from moving up boxes of stuff from the basement, and I am stressed and angry. As you have gathered I am very much awake, despite my tiredness. I take some comfort in the fact that I will be moving out in week's time. It can't come soon enough.