Well, Love,

After days away, Chef is back; crashed-in again at 1:30 AM and making all the noise he cares to make.

My other housemate is this meek guy -- the two had been living in the same place together for nearly three years, and Chef didn't even know his name -- who has only every tried dominate me; has largely retreated into his own room, across from Chef's -- shares the same bathroom with him -- and yet only my cooking had any affect on his delicate nose despite Chef's insistence on cooking fish at night, or dominating the entire kitchen (the meek guy has all of his supplies in his room) space.

I had a confrontation where the other guy was slamming his fists on the counter between us raging on how my making breakfast before work drove him insane, and so forth.  My lack of upset, refusal to escalate, and strategic calm only drove him further bonkers until he stormed out.  And mind you, we, he and I, had previously had pleasant conversations about his region of the world, and politics, football (Soccer), and Eurovision.  He had attempted to have me driven out of the place more than once, and we are, once again, on speaking terms...

People are so -- well, you know -- ....

Anyway, it gives me time to get back into Theory.

Love you babe,
K