For some strange reason, everyone in our building has decided that nearly midnight on a Friday is *the* time to do laundry. Very odd. This building is full of college students, shouldn't they be out testing the limits of their livers? Of course, it doesn't say much for my social life that I am doing laundry at midnight on a Friday night, now does it?

Even odder is that every time I go into the laundry room, the fish tank has either lost fish, or gained entirely new fish altogether. I am beginning to think that this particular fish tank is the equivalent of a dark, mouldering, haunted house in a teen horror flick...