How is it that...

How is it that my room is colder than Leslie's yet Leslie's window is open? I don't understand, and it's bothering me. Maybe I'll steal her space-heater...Ralphie and I have had a solid day of getting to know each other. We discusssed Missy Elliott's pussy, George Bush and his anti-environmental agenda, what makes a great cappucino, etc. Then we ate together, and he swiped at my feet a lot, all while I was hunched over my goddamn Architectural Drawing homework that I have been working all day on to make it perfect. The sad thing is, it's just a late homework assignment, but the fact that it has taken me all day and all last night bothers me. Am I that slow and A.D.D. to handle this kind of drawing? I'm not even A.D.D. What exactly is A.D.D.? I need to get out--I'm still in my pajamas and haven't showered yet.