It’s late and I’m up anyway, as usual. Probably had classes all day and will have classes the next day. My roommate is sitting at his computer, painted in the glow of his computer monitor. I note that his legs are crossed. I’m lying in bed just a few feet from his corner desk. Lucky for me, I’m able to sleep despite the light.
We’ve only been back to school a month or so since the summer break, during which time that same roommate broke up with his then girlfriend of some three or so years. He spent much of the rest of the summer agonizing over another girl, playing courtship deathmatch with some emo-riffic douche. As I turn over onto my side and adjust the covers to find a comfortable position, he’s flirting with said girl on MySpace.
Remember that site?