Apparently, my bathroom is the new happenin' place for cockroaches to chill.  Prior to this, I didn't think I had any feelings whatsoever about cockroaches.  If I saw them in the basement or the kitchen I would kill them and go on with whatever else I was doing.  Now I have discovered that I hate cockroaches, specifically the ones in my bathroom, especially when I have bare feet.  I chased one around yesterday for five minutes before he came out of the corner enough that I could smash him.  I killed his wives later as they were hunting for his dead corpse.  Do not grieve, I buried them together.

Also yesterday, I finished Phantom of the Opera (which is an excellent book that someone should make into a movie), went to TGIF for dinner, played ping pong, and picked up Adam from the airport. Oh yeah, and I used up all the battery in my CD player...but Mr. Bell gave me another one.  Close call, eh.

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Spero meliora.