I slept, but I kind of had the impression I was in hell all along.
They're definitely not behaving the way I thought a bunch of people in a house with all the luxuries and no responsibilities would. If it wasn't for my present I'd be bored to tears. Hell I kind of am anyway.
Speaking of which, you chose Rupert? He's into the American Idol chick isn't he? Figures. Probably the first woman in a very long while who looked at him and didn't burst out laughing right off the bat.
I didn't even meet Osten. But Jesus this house is like a fucking hotel.