things that suck...

I'll tell you one thing that sucks. Having a dream that there is a sneaky murderer living close by you, and then in real life the dogs in the house barking viciously at the front door at 2 am. And then realizing that your roommate stayed at her boyfriend's house, so if there is a vicious murderer/rapist/burglar/sociopath/drug fiend, you'll have to fend them off alone. THAT sucks.

I think my only weapon is...chunking my tv at his/her head. or bashing my roommate's guitar over the head.

But other than that, things are going very well. Except I *desperately* need more allergy medicine. and a much, much less active imagination.