Sigh.  I'm supposed to be sleeping.  I've been going nonstop since 7 am.  But I got an email from Lisa just now wanting me to have all the dishes of hers I've used ready for her to pick up tomorrow.  So I'm washing dishes.  I hate this place.

I hope my mom's prepared for the credit card bill, because no dishes means I'm definitely eating out the rest of my time here.  Two full days, really, before my dad arrives (and that can't come too soon!), but with only four plastic plates, I won't be making mashed potatoes or finishing off any of the cooking-required food.  Good-bye steaks.  She better not take all of those.  I paid good money for them.

Important lesson learned?  If roommate says "Gee, I've got pots, pans, cooking sheets, etc, let me bring them all for us to use all year, BUY YOUR OWN so she can't move out early and take everything -- and let you know by discovering missing things or emailing you the night before.

I thought graduation was supposed to be fun?

Sorry for the crankiness of the post, but I've had a very long day involving laundry, cleaning, paying bills, exams, travel, walking, movies, and more cleaning.  So help me if I can't sleep in tomorrow someone WILL get screamed at and since I won't ever see that someone again after, well, probably tomorrow, I DON'T CARE IF I SCREAM!

And Kathleen?  For love of all that is good on the earth, will you please be online tomorrow (today?) so I can talk and play Scrabble?