There was a HUGE roach on my ceiling about half an hour ago. I was totally sceeved. I mean, one roach isn't bad, but it was huge. Anyway, I was more concerned that it was actually in the house, and on my ceiling. Sometime during my guitar practicing it managed to crawl up the entire length of my wall, all 2 inches of it, without my noticing. Moreoever, it entered the house somehow. I feel in constant danger of being visited by papa roaches in my sleep, since I sleep in the floor (close enough, anyway).

Whats worse is that I deliberated for a long time how to get rid of it withouth risking knocking it off the ceiling and onto my bed and into some crevace where I couldnt pursue it. While doing so, my roomate entires, swiftly grabs an empty cup nearby, a sheet of printer paper, and scoops it into the cup, covers it, and then flushes it in my toilet.

MY TOILET! DEFILED! Now I will fear the possibility of roaches crawling into my ass as I poop!

In other news, I will know by Friday where I will be whisked to next. If my choices have any bearing, it will either be London, Boston, or Portland, in that order.

Did I mention that I had an awkward relationship with one of my direct bosses before? I think I may have - and my attendance to one of his parties this past weekend may or may not have made it better. That's a whole nother story though. One I may or may not post here, since my penchant is for the succinct lately. Hollaatchaboy if you want to get the scoop. Its more fun to say with words that come out of the mouth anyway.

Well, not me - I prefer the term frugal ... perhaps even resourceful.

Anyway, we all know about how, in the corporate world, leftover food from meetings is often made available to local employees, much like table scraps are tossed to dogs. So I went to the cafeteria to grab some hot water for my tea and notice an arrangement of such leftover. Mind you, it wasn't the usual spread. Not at all. Now I'm familiar with the scattered assortment of crusty bagels and stale donuts, maybe a picked over fruit salad or a few finger sandwiches of the variety that no one quite cared for. But I was not familiar with this; this hearty offering of italian delights - baked ziti, garlic bread, house salad, and about 12 different choices of dressing. And brownies.

Now, I had already had my meal today. Yep, leftover frozen pizza and a soup cup. However, there was no way I was letting this free meal be dismissed simply because I wasn't hungry. No sir! I heaped a mountain of tasty carbs and fresh veggies onto a nearby paper plate, brought it back to my desk, unfolded the ball of foil from my previous meal, wrapped the plate, and stuck it into the office fridge.

I'm now considering going back and making another plate for Friday...