Yeah, so I apparently don’t think things all the way through.  I was talking with Alvin last night over my new netbook (HP mini 311, upgraded to hell), and up to now I’ve been slave to my impulses.  I quit Facebook on a whim back in January, without thinking there were people I actually communicate with via that website.  I deleted my website last night on a whim thinking I was going to retool it from the ground up.  And today, I fumigated my bathroom without really considering how far the poison gas would spread in my apartment… I sat two rooms away for about 3 hours.  Granted, I shut off the vent, closed the door, and thought that it wouldn’t travel through my heater system, but now I’m feeling just a little bit off.  I’ve been out of my apartment for about an hour now, having gone to eat and sit here at Panera Bread surfing the web.  I feel kind of yuck, though, I don’t know if it’s because of the pesticide or for want of sleep… I went to sleep last night at 4AM.  Woke up this morning at about 8AM, so it’s not like I lost that much sleep… 2 more hours and it would be my norm.

Anyway, when I get back home I’ll be disposing of that can and airing out the apartment again.  Actually, I wonder if I can just get away with turning on the bathroom vent for half an hour.

Ugh.  I can’t wait to move into a house.

-TJ