  The theory is I'll have a wondow when I get home tonight. There was a note scrawled on a torn piece of paperbag when I ran home for some stuff yesterday afternoon.
It said they had to order glass for the window and it would be in today. If I don't have a window, I'm going to call the emergency cell phone a couple of times a day this weekend. I've got to get my point across, especially with rain on the way. Cardboard just doesn't stand up to a thunderstorm, you know? I wasn't surprised the window wasn't fixed the first day, though. These people just aren't that good about taking care of things. It's not something they do well, you know? I'm in an oddly good mood today. I just woke up refreshed.
Every muscle in my body hurts from working out so hard this week, but I still feel good. Maybe I'll go do laundry tonight so I don't have to worry about it tonight. I know that's random, but I like doing laundry; it makes me happy to have clean clothes. What can I say? I'm easily pleased, sometimes. :) 
