I sprayed my apartment with some sort of insecticide today. It's supposed to kill on contact/whenever the bug traipses across it, but I think I missed some spots, because there were a few in the kitchen when I woke up this morning. :( I know I probably should have pulled the stove out to spray behind it, but there's this image in my head of me doing that and hundreds of roaches running out of the walls for safety. *dies* ... I really don't care if they die or not, I just don't want them in *my* apartment, you know?

Mike has decided to try asking off a for the few days around Thanksgiving so he can come home with me. I told him the week before last that he should ask off then because places usually give off to whomever ask first. But he didn't. So here we are two weeks before hand. I don't think he's going to get it off, which is really disappointing, but, well. It's not like we're dating or even really friends outside of German class.