Geek on Two Wheels

That’s four out of sixes places that I’ve contacted where they won’t make exceptions for small, caged pets in their no-pets policy. Small! Caged! They can’t make enough noise to disturb the whole building even if they tried! And mess? Honestly, Clarice the rat keeps her cage tidier than I usually do of my room.

With most of the good listings we find having no-pet policies, this is becoming quite a headache.

Aside from the lady with allergies, all you other landlords need to lighten up a bit.

I bet fish are always exempted. What, fish don’t count as pets?

*sigh*

All work and no biking makes Yang a sad geek.

It’s just not a good time for me to have to think about and work on FroshWeek and everything else that’s going on in my life.

It’s amazing how alike we are to rodents.
First there’s the baby ages, when most of the day is spent sleeping and looking cute. Next comes the hyper-energetic child- and teenagehood, followed by a long time of, well, doing a lot of the same things. And, inevitably, old age arrives. Senile, barely getting around, but still stubbornly latching onto life as it’s always been.

Now, as the young’uns run in their wheel, it appears that the old is ready for a final night’s sleep.

Sleep tight.