Too Good to Pass Up?

Yeah. . . Without getting into too many details (like names), I feel a sense of civic duty to inform my loyal readers of current goings-on.

1) It's nearing 80 degrees Fahrenheit in my apartment. It's about 35 degrees Fahrenheit outside. This is not an accident. All of us but one are suffering. I'm on the verge of breaking a sweat, and it's making me feel sick. That's right-- one of us "roomies" has an internal heat regulating problem, is in reality sick, and doesn't seem to notice/care about our complaints.

2) Said roommate is listening to a charming mix of SHOW TUNES AND CHRISTMAS MUSIC. LOUDLY. AND SINGING ALONG. I AM NOT KIDDING. The Little Mermaid was great when I was 5, but it's getting old. Oh, and think that's bad? Ever heard of a charming little tune called "Christmas Shoes?" I didn't have the words or courage to tell him to turn it off. (Please notice the date of this posting.) Oh, here's a country song. Joy. It's getting close to the time where noise-canceling headphones are about to become a necessity.

So, I hope you can feel my pain. I think it's therapeutic to write about this kind of thing, even if it sounds like I'm a whiner.

Do you all like the new "decorations" on the blog? I can't really say anything about them, or I'll get in trouble. But I hope you enjoy them. Kind of statement makers, don't you think?