Want to know the TRUTH?

Too bad, because I missed the Jehovah’s Witnesses.  They left me a pamphlet that apparently answers questions such as:

• Does God really care about us?
• Will war and suffering ever end?
• What happens to us when we die?
• Is there any hope for the dead?
• How can I pray and be heard by God?
• How can I find happiness in life?

If I ever get super-duper bored, I’ll read the pamphlet.  But I don’t really get all that bored.

One thing that occurs to me is that those are all incredibly self-centered questions.  No one is asking “What will the almighty Jehovah do to help the plight of starving Ethiopian orphans?” Gah.

Also, I would like to comment that I have an incredibly stupid virus on this computer.  How stupid?  It demands that I “click here” to “pervent” spyware infections. 

In other news, I have been sick as all fuck here lately.  I actually went to the doctor.  Well, not really the doctor.  Actually it was the CVS Minute Clinic.  I was diagnosed with bronchitis and sinusitis.  I’ve spent the last several days hocking up science experiments gone wrong and dealing with DRAMADRAMADRAMA in the house. 

Roommate A’s mother owns the house, so he is kind of “in charge.”  Roommate B was an online friend of Roommate A, and moved here from out of town without a job or money or transportation of his own.  I guess Roommate A was unhappy with the timeline Roommate B was looking at to obtain things like employment, money, and transportation.  So Roommate B doesn’t live here anymore, which sucks because he’s cool, but is really none of my business because he wasn’t paying rent.  We are looking at getting a replacement for Roommate B.  Why this all had to be so “OH GOD END OF WORLD” I don’t really understand, but hey, whatever.

Some of my angst has faded, but I continue to experience aggravation because I am a private person, which makes me not that great of a roommate.  I don’t like talking about my plans for the day.  I don’t like laying out timelines for when I am going to do this, that, and the other.  I don’t CARE who ate the rest of the peanut butter, for chrissakes.  I like to drink diet soda even though water would be better for me, and I like to eat dinner at midnight even though 5 pm would be a more appropriate time for that.  As long as I don’t interfere with anyone else’s lifestyle decisions (by, say, having a midnight margarita party in the kitchen), I don’t see why on earth anyone would care how I live my life.

But again, WHATEVER.

Jeez.

I have important laundry to hang.