December 3rd, 2002

fire

not going to panic until later.

So Rob's prospective roommate chose somewhere else.
Which means that there's a nice, succulent, empty, ferret-odor free
room. I have a contingency, but I'd really prefer having that other
paycheck for other things. Grrr.

I've been conscious for too long at the moment. Sleep is calling.
I think I shall sleep for a while, and then perhaps not panic. *whunk*