March 6, 1999.

Well, my roommate came home at 5 a.m. this morning, so I guess I can call off the manhunt. As terrible as it seems, I was already looking at a silver lining of her "disappearance" - namely, that I wouldn't have to move into Parkdale. I'm just a nervous girl from the suburbs, you know. My over-active imagination can come up with countless messy deaths at the hands of the clearly messed-up street people (the mental hospital is only 3 blocks away, so I'm doing less assuming than usual in this characterization).

A very weird thing is happening tonight in the City. The power people have decided to advance the computer on one transformer to 2000 - just to see what'll happen. My whole area will be affected. So the Saints are taking advantage of this potential calamity by throwing a pre-emptive millennial New Year's Eve party. Since at least half of us are graduating this year, we'll be scattered to the 4 winds by the real New Year's eve, and this is a great way to loop around that. Besides, if there'll be looting, where would you rather be: in a house by yourself, or in a party with a lot of skinny, pale literature majors? (The Boy has expressed a fervent desire to get up a band of looters next December 31st - but he's in our nation's capital right now. I guess that means that I'll have to loot for him.*)

This also means that I might not be able to update for a long while - either because I can't turn on my 'pooter, or because I've been shot by a protective home-owner.* You've been warned.