Sunday, April 27, 2008

you were always out

Holy crap. Am I really so jaded that when someone knocks on my door without prior notice, I get a burst of adrenaline as my first instinct is home invasion?

No, it's my across-the-hall neighbor looking for a screwdriver (which I don't have). And really, self, would a home invader knock first? Only if they're quite polite, I'm sure.

It's finals. That's what I'm blaming everything on. Final finals. Finally.

1 comment:

Bruce said...

Oh, come on! You've got a doorman!

Let me know if you need a study break. I'm off the next two and I'm pretty sure I'll be in town this time. :-)