the machine's dead, and nobody's helping me. the shower pressure's down, and i've been told that the difference isn't noticeable (?!?!). i'm not even comfortable using my own freaking lounge, i've been putting my toothbrush head in my drawer because otherwise it gets moved around, i've got barely space for a bar of chocolate in the fridge, the toilet seat's always down (which means that it needs to be wiped every time because the tap spits), there are constantly dirty dishes in the sink (a relatively new development) and i have to wear pants between the bathroom and my bedroom (not even a metre). and with one flatmate i have to be super-nice, and the other i have to snare if i have something to say.
it's definitely time to start packing.