I hate the pattern in my posts.

Do I only hate things when I'm hungover these days? I think the answer to that would be ... yes. Oh oh, and when I have cockroach drama.

It's not so bad really. I found my bra in the kitchen this morning, which was, you know, interesting, but since I was the only one here, not as interesting (or embarrassing or exciting) as it could have been.



It's the holiday season, the thesis is almost done, the cockroaches are gone, and frankly, there's just not been much to hate recently.