Cured... for now

I'm not gonna lie, work weeks were getting long. Even the 2-day and 3-day weeks. Vegas solved that. There's something about having extremes in my life -- I just have to have them to enjoy their opposites. I needed to have a little too much fun to appreciate the sanity of work. I need a tough work week sometimes to really appreciate the weekends. Such a love/hate relationship. My sine wave of life necessitates a large amplitude. (Stop! Stop being such a geek!)

Upcoming fun events: birthday, host bachelor party, party bus birthday, tax return, secret vacation, sister's wedding, April Fool's Day

Upcoming not-fun events: (Blank? Really? I guess you can't predict these things...)

One thing that might make it hard to sleep tonight... okay so I never eat frozen pizza anymore (the fact that I don't even own a pizza cutter almost proves that), but I visited the 'rents yesterday and they gave me some food, including a frozen pizza. Tonight I cooked the damn thing, and it made my apartment smoky. So smoky that the fire alarm went off. Then I remembered some notice about too many false fire alarms and that they are now charging $500 for false alarms. OH SHIT. I fanned the thing for about 30 seconds and it stopped, but now it's constantly flashing green. Was it always flashing green? Does it flash green so management knows that it was my apartment that set off the alarm? I'm seriously shitting my pants right now. It was 30 seconds. I didn't see the damn fire department come. Only the alarm in my apartment went off. I hope I'm just being paranoid. But if tomorrow I wake up and find out that I'm getting charged $500 for something so stupid, I'm gonna FLIP.