Well, it's 2 AM, and I have to be at Temple at 10:30.

Stupid roommate story of the day. Jason, whom all 3 of us on LJ have bitched about incessantly (gothic_oreo, stewicked, and me), hit a new level of stupidity this morning. You know my post about being woken up? Well, when he returned, the cigarettes were in the fridge where he had left them. Dumbass. He's now trying to claim the apartment ghost hid them from him. (Although I did find out that they were moved, but I'm not about to tell Jason that. It's too much fun.)

So, tomorrow, OSU opens the season against Texas Tech. This means Lane Ave. is going to be filled with drunken debauchery as adults and students alike toast their love of the game with alcohol. And then, in their drunken stupor, they'll call me and order pizzas unintelligibly. Woo-hoo!

Reading Rambam isn't as bad as I thought it might be, but the translator's notes are just horrible. Not every noun needs an adjective attached to it.

gothic_oreo is having way too much fun with his goblin zepplin.

Anyhoo...