Celebrating Roommate Month

It's 3am, and I feel like now is the time that I learn the true meaning of friendship. I'm sitting on the toilet at 3 in the morning in the stall next to the stall that my roommate is puking in. It's also Thursday (Well, now technically Friday), so my roommate, who will remain nameless at the risk of people finding out just how much fun he has on Thirsty Thursday, has had an interesting night. 

I've gotten a few weird looks, sitting here on the toilet as I wait for the proper time to decide that *blank* has had adequate time to empty his bowels and drink him back into the dorm room. It's always funny to see that I never need to give an explanation. I simply get the look of sympathy from them at my situation, and a look of admiration as they look on the stall of my puking friend. In all seriousness, they are really impressed. I'm pretty sick at the moment, so I didn't go out tonight, but I myself will admit that most times, I'm pretty apt to go out on Thursdays and have a drink, but I can't really say that I've ever actually gotten to this point...on a Thursday that is. I guess I've just never been as thirsty as everyone else. 

Nope. Instead, sickly little me has been in the dorm room all night watching Skins reruns and eating microwavable chicken nuggets. One may think this whole situation aggravates me. It does a little tiny bit, but that's only because I'm sick, and I have a class that starts in a little less than 5 hours. Outside of that, I really don't mind it at all. What would I have to talk about when I go home for break if I didn't have to do my homework sitting on a toilet in a bathroom stall every once and a while. After all, that's friends are for.

This man is lucky I love him.