Last night was not one of the better ones. I awoke at three in the morning to loud clomping and slamming sounds. Apparently my roommates like to wear clogs and use unnecessary force on doors. They were also talking rather loudly. I couldn’t get back to sleep and the rest of the day I spent in a light-headed haze. I’m still in a haze.
I listened to more people relate similar stories about their roommates. Is there something in the water or air out here in the boondocks that make roommates go psycho? Or is this just an inevitable part of getting older–that one becomes more intolerant of other people’s idiosyncrasies?