(No, seriously. This is posted from #618 at BS. Your radiator hardly worked, “kommoden” is fugly, there’s tiles missing from the shower and I feel like NorDopers should lay claim to this room. I’m having a protest cigarette, this being the last night I’m allowed to smoke in my room. Sorry about that. For the record, I lived in #605 - the big double room - until summer 2008 and then got this one. This is very, very weird.)
And you can keep your damn snow, it’s cold enough down here already
Anyone up for a coffee, say, wednesday? Any area reachable by trikk or t-bane in is fine by me.
And Flodnak - where the hell does that word come from? I’ve been wondering about it for months, since with the “k” it sounds kinda Norwegian. Is it an anagram of something?
I have a scar on my butt from falling and cutting myself on that broken tile in that very shower. And the bed possibly has a broken leg, unless they replaced it.
Smoke away, man. I always let anybody who wanted to smoke in there, no reason that should stop because I don’t live there anymore. What’s up with not letting people smoke anymore?
Do the birds in the tree outside still chirp in tune to “Number of the Beast”?
Seriously, is that greenish “kommode” still in there? You do know you can call the janitor and pick up a new one from spares, right?