Looks like the new room thing is being implemented now and, whattayaknow, I've got me some interestin' roommies. Should be some fun times.
I don't know what got that counselor all hyper and questioning during our last session, but she started gettin' on about my belt and I just sorta walked out. Z always did say I got pretty sour at times. But, well, she just had to go and ruin my fun.
The newspaper better make up for it, cause I ain't going back to her now.
And then in my suite... woow...
But what timing to feel sour.