It'd be super special to come back from an 8 o'clock final after getting very little sleep (because I had to sleep in a strange bed the night before due to my roommate's boy/girlfriend sleeping over) and be able to sleep in my bed, but I guess that's not in the cards. You heard it right, folks. My....roommate....has....her....fuckbuddy....sleeping....in....MY....FUCKING....BED. How charming is that? I'm sure I have no right to be angry about this, but you know what? I am. Incredibly so. I mean, I realize that Lauren will be moving into a new apartment in less than a week and will then have her own space for this fuckbuddy to come visit, but perhaps I'm being self-centered in the idea that she could wait one fucking week until finals are over to pull this shit....hmm....I wonder how she'd feel to come back from class to find me getting the sausage slipped to me from someone? Perhaps that will be in the cards.