Right now, there are six people living in our 3.5 bedroom apartment, all sharing one bathroom. More to the point, one of those people is sleeping in our hall closet. That's right--sleeping in the closet. Who lives like this? (Ok, don't say Mexican migrant workers or people in third world countries or my parents in Russia; I know there are many poor and sad people on this planet, but I am spoiled and it doesn't make me feel any better.) We are all fairly affluent people. We pay to attend a school that costs $40,000 a year. We did not sign up for waiting in line to pee. Fortunately, it's a temporary arrangement, and everyone involved is fairly clean and sociable.
At least I still have my own room, now free of under-bed dust bunny piles.
And I also have SO MUCH WORK, including two more cover letters, and then I have to figure out this whole Greece thing. This quarter is going to be such a wash. I wish I could be here in spring to fix it.
Rita: There are two different people at the Reg right now who are telling me to come by immediately because they have something exciting to tell me. Do you think this sounds like a plot to lure me there and kill me? Should I go?
Alex: I mean, if it were my friends, I'd be intrigued. But your friends are weird. They probably just found a new translation of Plato or something.