the Dalaverse

As I was heading out to the gym, Kathleen came over with fancy dinner and accessories for Laura. I was gone about an hour and a half. When I get back, I walk into find the table in the middle of the common room (where it's usually not) absolutely COVERED in dirty plates, silverware, glasses, pans (with lovely congealing pasta), a half-eaten cake, and an open bottle of sparkling cider. The counters are even prettier: open containers of spaghetti sauce and herbs (parsley sprinkled across the countertop, actually, with some crumbs and garlic peel/skin/whatever). And no one in sight.

Now, I'm not the world's neatest person. I've been known to leave dirty dishes lying around -- in my OWN room, or in the SINK. But I would NEVER leave my house with such a huge mess in communal space. Both my parents would know it pyschically and faint dead away -- I can hear my mother weeping about bugs now. I don't know where they went, and I don't care. I want my kitchen and my common room cleaned up!

::stews:: I've totally lost my adrenalin happy. And it was a really good workout, too. I think I will walk down to the campus center and find something to eat. I'm not really hungry after my ridiculous lunch, but a smoothie and some snacks for later would be good. And then I will come back and finished the fic (yes, FIC!) I started last night. It's funny, because it's set between CoBP and DMC and is all happy and fluffy (what eventually coalesced from a commentversation with artaxastra about what your characters would do with a day all to themselves). But at the same time, it makes me sad because it'll all come to an end, and the futures they're pondering will have slim chance of coming to pass ::pets angsty pirates and blacksmiths::

Still pissed off about the mess. Just checking.

ETA: Okay, I'm at least capping stuff because the thought of eating it later after it's been sitting out for hours gives me the heebie jeebies.