One of the Writer's Block prompts I saw when I signed in to LJ just now was "When did you stop believing in Santa Claus, and why?"

That's fuckin' deep.

This is just a quick post to let everyone know that my comp is in several boxes and I won't have internet services (except when I sneak to Amy's office) for like a week. A WEEK! I am more disturbed by lack of internet than I am by anything else. Plus most of that week is a holiday, which is worse because there's nothing to do but set up the horrible mountain of boxes that is my new living space.

Okay, so that's the news. I can't think about my poor apartment very long without feeling like I'm going to start hyperventilating. Where to start? I guess the 50 cigarette butts and dirt in both my tub and my kitchen sink (and garbage disposal) is a good place to start. Stupid maintenance men.

Oh I came here to get my digital camera and I am taking pictures of everything that's amiss, and emailing them to the manager.

I am going to be the tentant from hell.