O.k. Time for a theme. Outraged, yet aware of my own inability to do anything. Like Job. Only I'm not outraged about the loss of everything I hold dear, and my very system of beliefs itself, I'm outraged that some dastards on our floor are stealing peepholes.

From the timid R.A, from The Hedonists next door, from the scary people who live next to them, and from those two dorks in 326. That would be Greg and me, that last one. Dastards. I'd like to think it's random, but I suspect it's not. I'll ask Project 2501 from down the hall. He's in with the Colman crowd, he might have a lead. In the meantime, I told the Hall Director. This situation pisses me off quite royally, I suspect.

There's nothing I can do, so I'm amused, and not just because of the somewhat decent episode of Andy Richter Controls The Universe that I saw tonight. I'm amused because people are stealing peepholes, and I'm getting upset. Ah, sweet futility!