Bored.

It's 4:30pm and I am in the middle of watch The Simpson's Movie--SpideyPig, SpideyPig, doing whatever a SpideyPig does--having already eaten a burned grilled cheese sandwich with canned tomato soup and made a makeshift matte frame out of old grocery bags for a screen print, which I bought at a local craft fair.

The lugubrious weather does little for motivating me to leave the comfort of my home. And where would I go anyway? It's Tuesday. I don't work until Thursday (work is going great, by the way). I already bought toilet paper. I don't have a pet to tend to. I could ride down to the co-op and grab something for dinner, but there's a chance I'm meeting friends later. The kitchen has been cleaned, the living room floor has been swept and the awkward conversation between one of my roommates and I has concluded. The latter regarding a passive aggressive note, which she left for the rest of us to find in the morning.

I'm sorry, but the rosemary was not yours to begin with and if you wanted to keep it, then you should have placed the rosemary in a bag or bowl instead of letting its needles shed all over the freakin' kitchen floor and into the crevasses of the radio upon which the stems lain.

Also, the reason I moved the half-used Hershey's squeezy fudge from its location on the prescribed juice shelf in the refrigerator was because the orange juice carton does not fit on any of the internal shelves, it only fits on the juice shelf. I didn't think it was a big deal. Last time I checked, one person was not allowed to occupy 2/3 of the fridge. You have 3 other roommates. Get used to it.

Conclude mid-day rant.

**I should clarify that the italicized paragraphs were my responses to the passive aggressive note, not the note itself. To update, all is much calmer on the homefront...mainly because said roommate is in Mexico for the majority of the month.