What One Girl Knows

Not many people showed up, unfortunately. Suzanne and Ero were supposed to come -- Dan told them they should meet John, and Jason invited them to the gig, but they were conspiciously absent. Christine was also supposed to come, but she was working late at that Ipod downloading/uploading company.

Am a bit pissed off. Someone (I'm assuming the human occupants of this apartment, rather than the feline ones) made waffles on my waffle iron, neglected to clean the grease and waffle crumbs off the griddles, and then dropped it on the floor. The little white latch keeping the waffle iron closed is completely gone, and there's another chunk of plastic missing. It wouldn't have been so bad if someone fessed up to it, but so far no one has. Jason thinks I should demand to know what happened to it, but I'm not in the mood for confrontations. Seems like there's already been so much this year, what with David and Aardvark.