hell, i just LOVE to be well informed. here i am, sitting in my room, covinced that today my three weeks of complete and utter freedom in the house has begun since there is nobody but me here and there isn’t supposed to be anybody else. i’ve already managed to play my guitar and sing loudly, listen to music very loudly and sing along and i’m pretty sure that somewhere in between of those activities i also talked to myself and had a few imaginary conversations. and now i swear i’ve heard footsteps and the doors slammed. who the hell is in the house and why are you here some random flatmate? go away, nobody wants you here :C