work was, as it often is, mediumishly pissy and annoying. i stayed late to get the Marketing project of doom done - woot - and took the number 4 home, which dropped me off on hillsbourough. i walked home through campus. it was odd seeing people on it after it being quiet all summer.

so i get home and pull out cheese and crackers because i'm starving, and eat a couple, and then think that it'd be nice to take a quick shower to cool off. so i go to turn on the shower, and...

there's no bloody water.

fucking hell.

i finished the crackers so that my low blood sugar didn't take itself out on the poor maintenance guys, and now it's off to find the 24 hour maintenance number...