they're still in there

The Evil Landlord wandered vaguely into my room this morning, prodded the wall in one or two places, went "hmmmm" and wandered out again. He hasn't done anything to hold back the Fascist Ant Army of Anarchic Doom. If I weren't being carried off bodily by thousands of tiny jack-booted insectoids, I'd be having combat flashbacks to the cultivated indifference of the faculty in the face of my cthulhoid office-forest of lung-rotting death.

I have planned and implemented a death-defying assault on my current state of apathy, generalised confusion and near-brain-death by investing in some Really Huge Vitamin Pills. Currently they mostly seem to be giving me a trippy and possibly dangerous outbreak of adjectives.