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Jan. 28th, 2008 10:00 am. . . So apparently my roommate put in a maintenance request for the overhead light that's been dying a slow death since August, and didn't mention it to me. So I'm just getting dressed after my shower when there's this banging on the door, at 9:30 AM.
To show you just how not awake Iwas am, my first bemused thought was Dad?
Because my dad has exactly the kind of sense of humor that would drop in unannounced on his daughter at college (seriously, he did it to my sister) and then bang on the door like the fuzz on an episode of Cops busting a drug dealer.
But no. Instead we now have a working overhead light. Yay!
And now I really need coffee.
To show you just how not awake I
Because my dad has exactly the kind of sense of humor that would drop in unannounced on his daughter at college (seriously, he did it to my sister) and then bang on the door like the fuzz on an episode of Cops busting a drug dealer.
But no. Instead we now have a working overhead light. Yay!
And now I really need coffee.
