Back...sort of

[muckefuck]

Well, that was a week wasted. I thank everyone for their well wishing, but, in the end, it was a simple matter of time.

Hrrr...I'd meant to write much more, but the constant drilling in monshu's building has just reached fever pitch. I'd been holding out hope that it would break for lunch, but no such luck. Rather, it suddenly sounds like the drill might erupt into the bedroom at ANY MOMENT. Train of thought fatally derailed. Maybe I should take the slow bus back to my apartment after all.

Comments

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Just as long as your lustful upstairs neighbors won't be home.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

If it makes you feel any better, I now have the sickness that will not go away. It's just a cold rather than flu, but it has not changed at all in three days. It's kind of creepy.

Oh, and glad you're feeling better!

[bunj.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're feeling better. Here's hoping Monshu's apartment will soon be filled with the sound of a much happier kind of drilling.