Sick.

From: Christian Conkle [mail to:conklech@grinnell.edu]
Sent: Saturday, September 30, 2006 3:01 AM
To: Brumer, Adam N
Cc: Hinds-Brush, Kimberly
Subject: Loose 2nd bathroom disaster

Somebody has been having serious difficulty with the operation of the toilet. After finding and flushing down some "loose stool" this afternoon, I just found the toilet in 6226H completely full of crap and paper--which clogged the toilet quite dramatically. With Nilesh's help, I managed to get it unclogged and the floor somewhat cleaned up, but that restroom is currently in a very unsanitary state. I also can't think of a way to dispose of the filthy mop water without soiling a sink, so it's sitting outside the custodial closet. This needs to not happen again.

-C

In case you're wondering, this wasn't my fault. I swear to god. Christian lives two doors down from me. He's awake at all hours and listens to classical music because he believes the composers are truly his friends. This is the single greatest email I have EVER read. I managed to read the copy taped to Karen's Custodial Closet and because I found it so amusing, I asked Adam to forward it to me.

Ryan and I made Carter take us to Wal Mart at 12:30 this morning. We bought Pot Pies and toquitos and returned to Loose for a 2 AM study session. Sociology was annoying this morning. I hate everyone in the class except Liza (because she's silent,) Julia (because her attendance is sporadic,) Song (because he's a fourth year Bio Chem major getting in some last minute humanity credits,) Amy, and Ryan. I wish the rest would drop the class. I especially wish Professor Fisher would drop the class. She's a real problem.

I have my first monitor shift in the Stonewall Recourse Center Library this afternoon. I'm hoping to get a bit of work done because I hear there is very little foot traffic in the corner room of the third floor of the JRo. I think I'm going to buy a Snapple before my session starts.
My big box of winter clothes arrived this morning. Meredith from my floor brought it out to me (she says I can be the Post Office Bitch when she and Anna graduate this spring) and Meredith from Loose Third opened all the doors for me on my way home. Apparently she made a similar trek last week with 30 lbs of snow cone syrup.

I have a cold. Christena from across the hall has mono. She's been watching movies in the dark for three days and eating nothing but mild-butter popcorn. Last week, I shared a Snapple with her at Newspaper Paste-Up. Things could get ugly.

Inspired by my phone and study sessions in the bath tub of the co-ed bathroom, I'm going to turn the tub into a couch with pillows and a sheet from Second Time Around. According to Amelia, the only thing the tubs are ever used for is dying hair and making Jungle Juice. I will not be converting 6226H into any sort of oasis. They should be bringing in chemicals on Wednesday.

I woke up this morning at 3:45 with poor Kathleen standing over me. I look at the clock, look up at her and the only thing she says is "You've got to stop snoring." I apologize and she says "We'll talk about it in the morning."

Oh my god. She must have finally snapped.

I'm sorry, Kathleen...