Friday, July 24, 2009

In Which Roommate Returns

The great part about turning your power off for the summer is that you get emails like this upon your return:


Visited the apartment today and learned:

1. you have a package and lots of mail,

2. I should have 2 packages but have none, and

3. when the smoke detectors need new batteries, they shriek and tell english...every 30 seconds.

Also, if you don’t understand why, if they’re hard-wired in, they would need new batteries, and you try to investigate but get discouraged and sigh in frustration on them, they shriek in your face to warn you of the sudden presence of carbon monoxide.

I will be arriving sometime Friday afternoon or evening. You?

- Roommate

The upside to all this is that I will not burn up into a firey crisp when I return to school. And internet: I really want to go back to school. Working life blows. Being nerdy is fun. I mean, aside from the whole "debilitating debt" thing, I could go on forever...and I might.

But first I'll stop neglecting the blog.


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson