despite the fact that i had practically no food in the place, i came home yesterday to a very strange food smell in my apartment. at least, i’m pretty sure it was a food smell. it was vaguely familiar, but i couldn’t place it. i have no idea where it came from, and can only assume it was somehow brought in by the maintainence guy who came to fix my dishwasher, which still worked but had started making a horrible screeching sound. while there, he also put up the light fixture on the ceiling fan in the bedroom. this is infinitely frustrating, as i tried to do it myself and am apparently too dumb to figure it out. i even unscrewed the cap last night to look at how he had connected the wires, and he did it the same way i tried! but it worked for him, and not for me.
i don’t know, it’s a mystery.
we had volleyball last night, which i mention only because i told jason i would write about how becca hit a ball right into his face. so here it is: becca hit a ball right into jason’s face. he was fine. we all laughed. i suck at volleyball. our team sucks at volleyball. i don’t really like volleyball. there is a time for trying, and yet there is also a time for ceasing to beat your head against the wall trying to get better at something you don’t even really like that much. i don’t think i will play next season.
and i finally went to the grocery store. thus, i finally have food. this is a good thing.
