This drunk guy I've never seen before just threw up all over my dorm room door. And then Drunk Stranger Girl goes, "Hey, why's there french fries all in it?" (Now I'm just taking a wild guess here, but maybe because...)
If I wasn't done here in less than a week, I'd probably be pretty aggravated.
I'm losing my mind to the flu. I've had several barely coherant conversations with people over the past few days and I can't think straight. My neighbor smells like ramen noodles and cat piss. Time for bed.