Well, Shit. That Went Well. New Age Hippie Bullshit.

Today is just a shit day. Full stop. Roomie naturally read my blog and had a meltdown of sad panda proportions, and despite numerous enticements to leave the bed, he refuses to budge. So, here I am with only the Internet and books for entertainment, wondering when I'm supposed to wake him up. He's barely spoken all day, and I'm hungry.

This is why I keep my trap shut. Communication does not clear the air; it just deepens the shitpit.

Goddammit. I've got things to do and fic to write, and all I want to do is cry.