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More roommate troubles. More severe this time. He woke me up at around 5 (from a rather pleasant dream, mind you), and didn't go to bed until 5:45. For those forty-five minutes, he did everthing from spill a bottle of pills on the bathroom floor, inhale some noodles (at least, that's what it sounded like; loud hoovering noises from the other side of the room and a strong smell of Vegetal Bowl Noodle), brush his teeth, and talk to himself. Didn't get back to sleep until 6:30, so I'm a little tired and pissed at the moment. I think we need to have a talk when we're both awake at the same time, and I don't feel like biting his head off.
You'd think I'd have something better to write about in here, but really, I don't. Nothing worth sharing, at least