On the Trials of Roommatelessness
My room is covered in not just Mountain Dew cans and Ale8 bottles, but I can’t find anyhting in the mess of clean clothes that I have amassed. They’re not even all my clothes. Sigh.
I sleep in my roommate’s bed every night, with ALL the pillows in the room . . . 7 pillows and two comforters, to be exact. This really can’t be good for the alignment of my back.
I don’t have anyone around to listen to the dumb stuff that happend in class today, or the things that I realized about people during the day.