Too early for you, slacker.

Me, sadly -- well, I didn't get up on the weekend until 6:45 either morning, but I'm cursed.

I woke up grumpy this morning too. Which is weird. My first thought was "Gnargh. I'm grumpy?" Normally I have some zenlike moments as I slide into wakefulness, but I was denied this morning.

Someone will pay...

Too early for you, slacker.

Yep. Luckily, I get to go back to sleep.

ita, no more dreams of you which makes me sad as they were very funny.

Babies and marriage, wheee!

Feeling crappy this am.

Also? Sleepy.

Proof: walked into the rental office to drop off maintenance request. (please note that at this point NO ONE IS THERE. They supposedly open at 8:30. hah. Fuckers.) Notice guy in bathrobe and small pomeranian dog. SMALL dog.

Drop note on desk. Turn to leave. Notice guy in bathrobe is wielding a serrated KNIFE and and EXACTO BLADE and railing about how he's had no hot water all weekend and is funky and... So I just leave. As I'm doing so, the dog tries to leave with me. Freaky KNIFE WIELDING MAN clucks at dog: "No, Precious, stay away from the door! C'mere, Precious, like a good puppy."

Exit. Collection of bored looking maintenance staff in front having a smoke. "Didn't you see the guy with a knife, girl?"

"I don't have a/c. I may join him."

I leave.

WHAT THE FUCK.

My bedroom was so humid last night that I slept on the couch. Now my back hates me.

At least it's cooled off some today.

Also, remind self not to fly into country Raq is stationed.

I'll be glad to be able to sleep in my bedroom again. Not sure when that will happen. The futon-on-floor is ok,but my cats become such shits when I sleep out there.

I hope you feel better soon, sara. And that everybody who needs either air-conditioning or humidity-minimizers of the like will get one.

Oh, and my apartment's air-conditioner is probably dead like a dead thing. Which is much more Jossverse-y as it may sound, since the first time it died, earlier last week - and it looked completely dead and like there's a need for a professionalist's resurrection for it to ever work again - ended up in it suddenly firing up back to life, when nobody even pressed any of it buttons, early on Friday morning. It was very surprising. I was the only one in the living room when it happened, and I was not sure, at first, that what I thought had happened had indeed actually happened. Then, just on time for the fast, it died in a way that looks like there's no return, with smoke rising from it and everything.

The conclusion is that when vampire-air-conditioners stake themselves, they turn into smoke, not dust.

[Edit: 8=2³ and 2*3=6]

Nilly, why am I not surprised you have a Jossverse AC?

(also- HI!)

Freaky KNIFE WIELDING MAN clucks at dog: "No, Precious, stay away from the door! C'mere, Precious, like a good puppy."

OMG that's so classic.

So, my boss is off this week, so I was planning on doing some filing along with the screwing around here, but today the dean's main assistant is out, so I can justifiably claim that I had to hang around my desk to cover the phones instead of filing in the other room. Boo hoo.

The presence of the furball sort of reduced any alarm I might have felt.

But then, I'm remarkably slow-witted when it comes to those sorts of situations. I used to find myself walking through the middle of gang fights all the time in high school.

Nilly, your a/c really did not need to join ours in misguided sympathy. Really.