I came home to see running around the apartment at full speed cleaning. I've never seen her so happy and so angry at the same time before. I was kinda terrified if you want the truth.
Apparently the other roommates decided that they were going to leave their shit in the kitchen and not clean, and then pan-pan decided she would not touch it. . . that lasted maybe a whole day. She's in our bathroom now, scrubbing the shit out of the tub. saying something about disgusting showers. I think I'm going to go drag her out and do something tonight. Even if it's just to go and draw in the cemetary for a few hours, that always makes her happy.
Speaking I need to go ahead and upload some art. . . as soon as we get a scanner working.

Oh yeah, got a call from the police today about the person who had jacked all of our stuff and left. They caught him, and he apparently had sold about ninety five percent of the things he had sold, minus some jewelry that he had intended to give to a girlfriend apparently and whatever else. So I'm content, although what we're supposed to do now I'm not sure. The officer said we could press charges, and for once Pan said go for it and get the money to replace what we lost. But for some reason I'm slightly hesitant. I went ahead and said we were going to most likely, but we have until tomorrow to decide for sure or pull out.
Either way, I don't think much good will come of it, kids got parents who are stinking rich as hell, and here we thought he was just some poor bastard that we were seriously helping.
Life throws you for a loop sometimes doesn't it?