1970-01-12 - 10:32 p.m.
So I'm energetic and can't sleep and also don't want to the reading I kind of have to before seminar. Sleep will be curtailed by a visit from the exterminator tomorrow for what will most certainly be termites; they swarmed on Saturday and will probably continue to emerge in groups of a few dozen each afternoon, from the gap in my bathroom between the sink cabinet and the wall. When I mentioned this to MV, she mentioned that the same thing happened to her last year--waking up with bugs crawling on you. Of course, much like the burst pipe of last month, a totally different feeling for a leaseholder.
The housemate's mentioned that they never actually formally extended the lease past January. We're technically squatters. We could stop paying rent at some point, and the landlord would have to seek legal action to get us out. Which she wouldn't get around to because she's lazy. Or so we fantasize.
Watching everyone on campus go through room draw reminds me of the exact place I was in my life during each of the last three years. Same placed I am now: Terrified to have the nerve to ask anyone to make the choice to live with me.
