Doug suggested that I start using AC to keep track of the weird goings-on with Brian, my apartmentmate, and I can never refuse Doug. This feature will be intermittent, since I can't guarantee wackiness every day. But whenever something out of the ordinary happens, it will be recorded here. Now, on to the "fun."
There's been some weirdness with kitchen space and M. Carlson. When I got here, he had already been resident for a year, and thus his stuff was exactly where he wanted it. So I kind of ended up with his trailings to store my kitchen amenities in. About a week ago, though, I consolidated the hot pads and towels into the same drawer, then put my silverware where the hot pads used to be. But for the last three days I've found a lone hotpad shoved in on top of my silverware. I'm not sure if he's trying to hint to me that he wants that drawer back for the hotpads, or if he's just such a creature of habit that his body automatically replaces hotpads in the Hotpads Drawer, even though it's now the Silverware Drawer.
Hey, I only promised that these would be stories, not that they would be funny stories.Posted on November 02, 2002 12:09 PM