Sassy thirty-nine year old decided not to take the room after all.
Once again, am trying not to take the rejection personally but deep down am sure it must be something I did.
Last night we interviewed a music student from Israel. He seemed very nice and is a technophobe like me-no cell phone, no DVD player-which is refreshing. However, he also plays the cello and practices 3-4 hours a day. I have nothing against the cello per se, but I do like my peace and quiet on the rare occasion when I am actually in my house for a substantial amount of time.
Roommate search has ceased to be entertaining and has become pain in the posterior.
And speaking of pain...have just come from agonizing appointment with sadistic dentist who did a lot more scraping with sharp instruments than is strictly necessary and then when he FINALLY let me rinse there were a disturbing number of chunks of bloody gum flesh swirling down the drain.
And he says I have to have outlandishly expensive bonding done and a consultation with a periodontist to talk about a gum graft. I just don't like the sound of it.
And I have a nasty cold from little-kid germs.
What a poor thing I am!Everybody should feel sorry for me and give me cookies.