This could actually change things

I cleaned up my apartment a lot yesterday. Which isn't to say I can find my ass without both hands and a flashlight, but you can find the floor again. Which is when I found, actually getting to the back wall of my bedroom (where much of my stuff has been stacked/stashed these past two months), that the window isn't just cracked, there's a mother-fucking hole in it. Like somebody threw a rock through it or something. It does a lot to explain the large roaches that I keep finding on the bedroom floor every few days.

It points to the idea that, although I may have an ongoing battle with the small-roach infestation in the kitchen, the roach poisons and sprays may not be worthless--after all, the roaches are coming in and DYING. I called the office, I reminded them that someone was supposed to replace the window, and they said they'd call a glazier tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I did have fun having friends over, which began with jackofthegreen bringing me dried flowers in frames (very pretty, would never work with his Ubergoth decor) and sodas, and ended with me and mtn_hermit lying on the floor listening to jazz on NPR. I feel much more like it's my home now that people have been in it.

Joy also in sugared_redhead and grizzlydan, whom I had not seen in ages. Reminder: Poke me about 'Zza so I know where to go.