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As I doubled over in pain this morning, I remembered why I stopped at the drug store on my way home yesterday. It wasn't for the million other worthless things I bought. It was for ibuprofen, of which I have none and need lots.

*grumble*

Well.

I finally figured something out today. The guy in #801 is very friendly and chatty to me when he's all alone. Normal conversation type stuff, nothing more. It's just that when he and his girlfriend (other occupant of #801) walk through the lobby together...he doesn't even glance at me or say hi when I say hi to both of them.

I find that very odd, and is it wrong that I automatically label it creep-attitude?

Hottie neighbor trotted by with a hottie friend today. Damnit.