People complain about their roommates all the time. They're messy; they leave crumbs on the counter; their boyfriend farts; blah, blah, etc, etc. I have no pity for them because my roommate is the worst. She drinks my blood.
Yeah, that's right. TOP THAT!
She appeared Sunday night, and she won't go away. However, the three bites she's gotten in so far are irrelevant. All warriors have scars. In the end, I shall prevail.
Despite my best attempts, she has thus far eluded me. She must be the stealthiest mosquito in the land. I scoured that room looking for her, but found not a trace of her insect glory. My most recent plan: to stay out of the room and let her starve to death, does not seem to be going well. I say this because an article I just read claims that mosquitos can live up to 72 hours without feeding. I've been out of there for about 12.
*sighs* I guess I'll be sleeping at Teale's for awhile.
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