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   Tuesday, June 10, 2003

RAMBLINGS, NOT RANTINGS

So why so miserable last week? Probably something to do with coming home at 3 in the morning on Thursday to find a scribbled note from my roommate informing me that he won't be able to pay the rent this month or possibly ever. Later seeing the Woody's memo to all door staff informing us that, in effect, we really suck at our jobs didn't help either. Throw in the impossible workload dumped on me at the store all this week and it's obvious that I've been a giant ball of stress.

Thank God for Dad and Josie, who gave me the run of their place on Saturday night. They had to go to an anniversary gathering for some friends but it left me free to make some food, watch horror movies on the satellite dish and sleep on fluffier pillows. Why, it was practically a spa day!

Meanwhile, I was free to mull over my horrible roommate history and, as I do, turn misery into silliness. Thus, I give you:
88 Lines About 4.4 Roommates

Labels: family, silliness, working girl