Disco Party

I have just confirmed my flat complex's receptionist's opinion that I am a total looney.

She still knows me by name from the infamous Silence Button Episode, and her tone towards me always seems like she's a bit wary that I'm going to do something wild and unpredictable, or maybe just winge a lot (did I spell that right?).

Well, today I entered a repair request form with the following text (approximately; this is a reconstruction):

The light in our toilet is broken. It is flashing. We had a similar problem last month, which was addressed, and the situation improved, but now it has worsened. It is primarily dark, with a few flashes of light. Rather nice strobe effect, but not what one wants in a light. Thanks.

Renee will remember the effect--it's similar to when she came. We can have a disco party! But no....

So, yeah. I think the pressure of adjusting to the time change/culture plus preparing (revising!) for an exam, plus trying to get myself organized for my two papers and dissertation has strained my too-sensetive nerves.

Or I just like having fun with words and it's dangerous to give me a pen, a form and a blank space.

Probably the latter; I'm actually not too worried about my work.


Hah.

But it'll be fine.