Listening to> Snow Patrol - Chocolate
Reading> Tax Forms on IRS website
Working On> Typing with one hand; new writing project
Film of the moment> 'Better Luck Tomorrow'
OW! Fuckin' hell. Bloody hand. Have to ice it when done. My therapist sounded aggrieved when I told him I still have to write for my midterms. He said I should have oral exams instead of written ones.
More drama with the flat. Neither of us paid rent for previously mentioned reasons. This time it's worse. I fell asleep at eight and woke up a few minutes ago to Stinky ranting against the apt manager. Turns out he had locked out the laundry room, given keys out to everyone, but not us. I wasn't able to speak to the manager earlier because of work and class. Neither was Stinky. But I am going to call an attorney to sue the bloody place if the manager demands we pay rent PLUS the late fee.
Besides, I just don't have the money. I spent most of it on my co-payments for the physical therapy and things for the flat - since we had no kitchen and all.
On the other hand, me and estranged best friend patched up our differences a few days ago. It was bloody exciting because we chatted online for a whole day. It was a veritable stroll down memory lane. And we had a lot to talk about (although the bit about our lives took a disappointing 10 mins). I pulled out the silly stories we wrote together nearly eight years ago and sent them to her. It's brilliant to know I still have someone who shares a lot with me, who knows me, and is still able to forgive the horrible way I behave. *wipes tear* And share my love of the word 'assmeats'.
As a matter of fact, this encouraged me to start writing again. I know, I've said that before, but this time... there are pages and pages in my notebook about character names, storylines, and even stick figures in storyboards.
And I er, broke the toilet seat.