When did I move back to FARC?
Because apparently, my hot, shirtless neighbors live in practice room 10. When I came home work tonight, they were definitely smoking pot and listening to Pink Floyd.

Yet another reason it's good I switched jobs
It's much easier on my liver. I'd forgotten how much we used to drink on an empty stomach when we'd go out together. I went to a going away party for an old co-worker last night, and I'm definitely out of practice. But then again, I'm no longer trying to forget how much I hate my job.

Place Your Bets Now!
September is just around the corner (as my super ever so pleasantly reminded me by slipping a huge rent bill under my door). And that means it's just about time for another mystery illness! What will be next? Hives? Boils? An unexplainable rash? Anthrax? I don't know if I can handle the suspense! So I thought I'd start a pool. Make your predictions below, and whoever guesses the correct disease, injury or misfortune will win a fabulous prize! (And by fabulous prize, I mean something I happen to get for free at work between now and the end of September.) And if my luck really does change with the arrival of fall and nothing bad happens to me, well, then I'll just keep the prize for myself.