oh snap! say it ain't so.

I had such optimism. Here it was, Saturday night, and my new roommate wasn't going anywhere. It was 9PM and he was still in. I was like, man, this might be acceptable. And then this woman comes over. The door is closed! I was going to go to bed early. Well, not this early, but, still. I should've realized when he didn't come home till like 5AM last night that there might be something wrong. We will indeed give him cancer.

UPDATE: He's gone already, this might not be so bad.
DOUBLE UPDATE: The other roommate just popped in. Will he be back? I wish there were some magical way of knowing when I'd have like the entire place to myself for an hour.