Friday, December 10, 2004
My roommate and her boyfriend irritate me as concepts. I do not sleep well when they are in the room. I cannot concentrate to study because Amy turns on every piece of equipment she owns and talks to Robert or pounds away at her keyboard. I could hide in the closet, but that might be conceived as "antagonistic" (among other things).
Dormitory food disrupts my stomach specifically and my entire digestinal tract in general. I fell asleep around two, waking up at approximately seven and lying in bed until eight-twenty. I arose reluctantly and threw on a sweater (and my bra) to eat breakfast, which consisted of eggies and potato bits with gravy and some cinnamon danish thing and, to drink, a Diet Coke (juice hits my stomach harder than wine). Now the tummy rumbles.
I finally met my other half: she isn't April! Her name is Jen, and she is one of Rebekah's charming roommates. Jen is a space cadet in every way that I am. I want to marry her. She told Rebekah, delightedly, that she and I must share the same brain. I then commented, 'Yeah- and we each got half.'
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:54 AM]