trudging to bed

so, like, maya boskila is not the sharpest knife in the drawer: and i now have absolute confirmation that not watching big brother has been good for me.

i met up with SxS and ru55 for coffee, and we then paid mmf and his wife a visit, which is where i was introduced to the fake drama of the not-very-glitterati. pathetic.

i was happening trouble breathing, so i came home to crash - i bought some goodies for my pad, so i moved them over along with the first of the big posters (bladerunner), and am now definitely ready for bed.

yet another reminder of my not leaving too soon - bad timing over water-usage, horrible shared net access, and random things are falling apart. it's like this apartment wants me to get the hell out of here. and i'm not putting up a fight.