I discovered the most amazing thing this evening morning. I DO have a roommate. I knew there was someone who helped pay the rent but I had not seen him in more than a week. There were tell, tell signs that he existed though. The light on the bookshelf would mysteriously be left on when I came home from work. There would be more Diet Coke in the fridge when I got home then when I left. The dishes in the sink would be washed. There would be mail ont he table for me.
I was starting to worry about how all of these things happened.
But it turns out I do have a roommate. At 6:45 this morning he emerged from his room and said hello. I was so shocked that I almost fell down. It’s the first sign on life in the apartment that I’ve seen in six days. What could I do but be in shock.
All of this would be funny if it weren’t 7:06 a.m. and I didn’t like Chuck. I got home around 45 minutes ago and saw him for the first time in almost a week. My schedule has been so insane that we haven’t seen each other. The only reason I saw him this morning was because I went out drinking till about an hour ago.
So here I am drunk and happy to see the roommate that I haven’t seen all week.
And with that I’m going to bed. It’s 7:09 and I’m drunk and tired and I don’t have to be up till at least 7:00 p.m. tomorrow. All of you poor suckers who have to work. Have a great time. Just don’t call me cause I’ll be sleeping.