hmm. okay.

from everyone, by now:

This is the problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but in actuality we know nothing about each other. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away. Or ask something random. Something not obvious. Whatever.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.

meh. (etc.)

naps are good.

feeling the need for them (not a pleasant oh-a-nap-would-be-nice, you understand, but a rather desperate can't-keep-my-eyes-open-must-lie-down-before-i-fall-down at 6:30 in the evening) is not. i've been eating enough and sleeping enough and i didn't have that much vodka this afternoon, and i just curled up on my bed and slept like the dead for two hours. got up to turn the heat on, and i could easily go right back to bed right now.

i frankly feel jet-lagged. wtf?

and also freezing cold.

memo to flatmate I

dude. you've got to turn off the burner when you leave the kitchen. i can forgive not doing your dishes washing up once in a while, or even mostly, because i'm not in there often enough to really care. but it's a good thing i went into the kitchen to make some pasta like twenty minutes after you'd left, because damn.

eta memo to all flatmates and all former residents:

dudes, toasters come with crumb trays that have got to be emptied once in a while. damn, y'all.