Mike says he’s dying again, having six months or so. I know he wants to see old friends, but with him I’m never sure if he’s telling the truth. The ideal thing to happen here is to get employment before the summer, take a week off and go with him to Rock am Ring to see Metallica, but the big if is getting a job before then.
Jack let the hamster loose. I think the hamster has gotten loose three times now, though the prior two times were for different reasons. I really didn’t get angry over this, just sighed. It’s hard enough to find the damned thing during the day due to its sleep schedule, so I figure nigh will be the time to look.
I’ve noticed that the common area has continued to get messy, despite Matt being gone. I used to attribute the problem to him, but I think it’s a guy thing now. The only roommate I’ve had that was consistent with keeping living rooms and kitchens clean was Chien, though after I moved out of 8th Street that place went straight to hell.
♪…BEEN HERE BEFORE COULDN’T SAY I LIKED ITSong of the Moment: “The Unnamed Feeling” by Metallica
DO I START WRITING ALL THIS DOWN?
JUST LET ME PLUG YOU INTO MY WORLD
CAN’T YOU HELP ME BE UNCRAZY?... ♪