and a fuse that's so thoroughly shot away

I'm just hopping on because I promised to say this for her with lots of caps, some illogically placed-- that I have the BEST ROOMMATE in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD because she solves my GENERAL INEPTITUDE with basic machinery, to the tune of JACKING OPEN my stuck tape recorder deck IN the stereo with nothing more than STOLEN CAFETERIA BUTTER KNIFE and a mini-screwdriver meant FOR fixing EYEGLASSES. Thus saving me from losing a tape full of valuable interviews and having to hurriedly buy a cheap tape recorder to finsh transcribing. She even got it to work again. She's a glory.

I bastard hate transcribing.

I just-- ARGH. ARGH ARGH ARGH.

Yeah, that's about it.

(Actually, I take it back about general ineptitude-- I can manage some things. I've changed my professor's watch for him three years running, every Daylight's Savings Time. I should probably teach him how to do this on his own before I graduate. But since Louise has taken apart the DVD player and the toaster and sundry other machinery, I am willing to concede the mechanic techmonkey position to her. Even if it mostly involves hitting things with her fist, very hard.)

my trigger-happy Jack is just a drive-by

This morning, an invasion of tiny black ants.

( Nature, and all that jazz )

And now, my shower is ready.