Life isn't as fun when your only joy comes from not doing some really stupid, mundane thing that sends your moody roommate over the deep end. Especially when you've worked 8 days in a row for a total of 79 hours.
It's not helped when you come home and read about the only person you care for fooling around with other people .... then your friend has a family member die .... then you get chewed out for behaving silly while wasted.
Life isn't as fun as it used to be. We need a hurricane to come and wash away the garbage. I'm turning into Travis Bickle.
