Petty toilet paper problems with roommates who never bought any: I kept a private stash in my room and helpfully left a scant handful of McDonalds paper napkins. Those freeloading jerks ate my peanut butter and used my bath towel. It was like living with animals. Of course that household fell apart after I left with my kitchen ware and ability to remember to pay the phone bill,before it was shut off.

Ouch, meara. Shoulder~ma.

And oy, Katerina. People are the worst.

Edited to add: at work, waiting to wake up. It'll happen at some point, right?

Katerina, people can be total jerks. A friend was renting the basement apartment in a house. The landlord was a real jerk. There was some kind of situation where new people moved in to the main part of the house. My friend was paying for cable service for the entire house and, when she canceled it before moving out, she heard screaming from upstairs when the people there realized there was no cable. The landlord had also pulled a number of shady things, which was one reason she moved out.

My sister was once living in a house with several girls she'd gone to college with. She was working in retail, which meant she had to work weekends; the other girls would go out and party on Friday and Saturday nights and come home drunk and noisy, which would wake my sister up. On one occasion, one of them had something to celebrate, so she went to my sister's room, pulled a box from under her bed and pulled out some antique wine glasses to use for the celebration.

My heart is breaking for a scholar I don't personally know but I've been reading and following for over a decade online after a terrible event took place in her life. It feels like a gut punch.

It is strange, the ways of feelings and the internet.

(Yeah, I'm aware that I'm writing this here, in another pixelated space. But I do know you. You write here. And so do I).

I'm sorry, Shir. And yes, I understand, my pixelated friend.

Yes, Shir, your friends in the glowy box understand and sympathize with your feelings for another friend/acquaintance in the glowy box. Hope things for her get better.

I don't know her, so I can't call her a friend. Just a person I care about. There has been a terrible and sudden loss that's echoing an older terrible loss, so I don't expect things to get better for a long while.

Someone save me from the crank monster.

Shoves coffee and cookies via pipes.

My boss brought me pie.

I do love my job.