Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am composing this entry from the UC. What cirsumstance would these be, you ask? The R and her revolting other (only truly revolting in the sense that his present position is the subject of an oncoming rant) are in the room canoodling in the R's bed and snoring so loudly that one would think some one is operating a leaf blower from inside our quarters.

I don't mind that the R is rarely home due to her galavanting about the her guy, in fact, I enjoy it. Gives me plenty of time to study, rehearse free of ridicule, and work on my incredible flying machine. She only sleeps here about 3 nights a week (oddly enough they're mostly weekends), and so when she comes home in the morning, she proceeds to sleep all day. Now, I could deal with an occasional nap or two, but her chronic state of unconsciousness is driving me to distraction. I can't play music, watch television (not that I ever do), study (I talk out loud to myself. don't judge me), or rehearse without disturbing her. I could really just go about my business as usual, but a.) I have no spine, and b.) my politeness is ingrained in my very being no matter how much I try to get it out of my system.

After I leave here, I'm off to the library to do some research on Chinese water torture, and then back to the room where I intend on employing those methods and some techniques that include a catapult, peanut butter, used pop bottles, a kitten, saur kraut, and a copy of Prince's "Purple Rain."