minor whining.

My room is bloody freezing. This is because I opened two windows. That was because the room stank of whatever my roomie and her boyfriend were smoking last night. Either they've found a new, fouler brand of cloves, or they've moved onto some rancid form of cigars. This is neither normal cigarette smoke nor pot, and the smell is godawful. Fortunately, have rehearsal in 40 minutes, so can escape the stench/coldness. Ha.

I have HOW much reading due tomorrow? Fuckses. Tocqueville should not be assigned in 200-page segments. Bah.

Now to finish kohaku1977's beta before I leave...