You know what's fun? Because it's NOT having to move ALL OF MY SHIT out of my room and into either WARE or SANSOM PLACE EAST for two days while my CARPET GETS REPLACED BECAUSE OF MOLD.

ESPECIALLY THREE WEEKS AFTER YOU REPORTED THE PROBLEM AND SAT AROUND FOR THREE WEEKS WHILE NO ONE TOLD YOU WHAT THE STATE OF THE MOLD IN YOUR ROOM WAS. ESPECIALLY WHEN ONE OR TWO PEOPLE WOULD COME IN, TELL YOU THAT THEY WERE GOING TO COME AND GET THE MOLD OUT OF THE PAINT AND THAT WAS ALL, AND NEVER MENTIONING THE FLOOR.

I have to pack up ALL OF MY STUFF.

ALL OF IT.

ALLLLLLLL OF IT.

And lug it somewhere for THREE DAYS. THAT'S IT. JUST THREE DAYS. And then lug ALL OF MY STUFF BACK. ALL OF IT. TO THE FOURTH FLOOR OF A BUILDING WITHOUT AN ELEVATOR. AGAIN.

I hate lots of things right now.

And I want food.

And I need to go to the Siggraph meeting this time around instead of being like "OOPS off doing better things!"

AND LISTEN TO MY RADIO SHOW TOMORROW MORNING, PLEASE

WQHS.ORG

10-12 AM

LUCKY ROCKETSHIP UNDERPANTS

WITH YOUR HOST

ME!

That is all.