Ah the joys of having a college roommate are finally catching up to me it seems. Not only is he a permanent slob, electing to sleep under a pile of his own filth rather then simply rearrange a few things, but this pile of crap has begun to increasingly encroach on my side of the desk. On top of that, having hoped to get a full night's sleep tonight, he has decided otherwise. I don't see how but apparently being a zombie all day is somehow advantageous in his studies, although I never see him go to class, so whatever. Anyway, I had decided to go to bed at the nice comfortable time of 12:30. He and his girlfriend are still awake, but aren't bothering me any, so sleep comes fairly quickly. A little under three hours later I awaken to find them still crashing about the room randomly moving things and putting clothes away. Oh well, had to take a big piss anyway. I return to my warm citadel of slumber, only to be kept awake for the next hour by the flickerings of television, and the noise of retarded MTV hosts telling me how bustin' some music video that has been out for months now still is. Great. By this time I have lost the ability to sleep, opting instead to take a nice shower and hopefully reinvigorate myself until the day begins. There are a few things you never want to find in your shower, and pretty high up on that list is a clump of hair in the drain. Now I'm not sure what kind, but there was also a pair of scissors hanging there, so one can only assume the worst, which is that someone figured their balls weren't getting enough air and decided that the look of an eleven year old boy was attractive to someone. Shuddering I retreat downstairs for a morning paper and some breakfast, which has led me to this point, where I am walking out of the door and off to German class, for the first time in about two weeks. Tschuss.