(Sigh)...
So I'm sitting here listening to Dave Matthews and writing my parents an email at 9:45 at night, when someone knocks on my door...
When someone knocks on your door at 9:45 at night, don't answer it.
I opened the door and saw my apartment manager standing there with something in his hand.
"Here, fill this out and turn it in by 9:00 tomorrow morning." He hands me a 4-page jumbo-size form from who-knows-where that I now get to decipher and try to fill out before the sun comes up.
Yeah, it's a little frustrating over here at times...
