today, after much angsting and paranoia, my roommate went on this three hour tour to pick up his girlfriend, who, since she got out of jail, has been shacked with her ex, and his wife and their kids
supposedly they left around 8. it's past one now, no sign.
speak of the devil
actually it's pretty quiet. if they never come back, i guess i'll have to do something with the cat. probably they'll walk in any time, and that's the last quiet i'll have for a long time.
*ring* hey it's us we are broke down a mile away...
