addendum to the last entry: tonight i was getting ready for bed and brushing my teeth in the bathroom. i heard joe say my name. i was irked because i was in my pj’s and eliz had let him in without checking with me first. i opened the door and saw that joe was not in our apartment. then i heard the shower turn on downstairs. moral of the story? don’t put on your bathrobe because it’s probably just joseph’s ridiculously loud singing coming through the vents.
that would freak me out just a little. and by a little, i mean a lot.