listening in on us

Ugh, I smell rancid. Was in the kitchen for a couple of minutes when Ilme was smoking. She got her panties in a twist last night. She said the wind was too high to have my window open and I told her to leave it be. Then she started closing all the doors. And I really like the idea. But her idea is that she will install a doorsill on my door so that the cold air from my room doesn't leak out to her room. I wish she was that adamant about her smoke smell. I hope she'll keep closing the doors that way I can have a man over without worrying about her listening in on us.