mood: somewhat blah
music: captain jack--billy joel
CPCetc: but i like dancing in my pants...
** **Paiga is sick. Sehr, sehr sick. And it makes me all sad and worry-ish. I think I might try to take her homework after Madrigals. Except we don't have any homework and she ought to be sleeping.
...Well, there goes that plan.
Auch: Mari-chan is having flatmate woes that neither of us could've ever perceived. This, of course, being the notorious 'Sex in the room' woes. So this is my public apology to her and my public plea to everyone else:
Appy-polly-loggy: Marion, I'm really, really sorry that Ellen is suddenly being a crazy, inconsiderate little monkey. I'm also really sorry I'm four-hundred miles away and unavailable for retaliation. I'm also-also really sorry that I'm a prude who refuses to engage in scandolous behaivour in front of other people. I hope you understand.
Plea: If you live with someone else or ever end up living with someone else, for the love of David Bowie, his package and all things sacred do not have sex around your flatmate. It's incredibly inconsiderate and hurtful. Your flatmate is not a bulletin board. They are not a potted plant. They have feelings and thoughts and they do not want to listen to you getting jiggy with it. It's not fun listening to others getting jiggy with it when you are- and cannot. You should love your flatmate and treasure them. Because they do know where you keep your toothbrush and they will do mean things to it if provoked.
I have letters to address and send. I should do that. Hm...
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