It was a long shot to begin with.
The huge pile of bones is a little disgusting, too. In a weird way, I'm proud of them.
Roommate hasn't been eating; I think she has a stomach bug of some sort, which is really sad since we both get to fly home tomorrow for a week. Isn't that exciting? I even get to see D again which is something I definitely hadn't anticipated. I believe tackling is in order, here.
Anyways, I broke into my secret funds and bought us about $30 worth of Dominos wings. I usually don't eat a day before my flight because I have a tendency to get nauseated on planes. Tomato juice helps, though. Lucky me.
I'm stuffed.
There's still about eight wings. Will I eat them? Well, actually probably not. I was hoping she wasn't feeling well due to a lack of food, and I know wings aren't the healthiest things in the world, but we're college kids and it's about the only thing you can get after eight when you have a gluten allergy like Roommate.
She still feels sick, but she's asleep. That's good.
Also, a ghost keeps opening the dryer before it is done and an hours worth of laundry has taken well over three. I still have one more load, too. Friggin' laundry ghosts.
I know there's supposedly one in main hall but there shouldn't be one in the girls' dorms. And, since it must be a female ghost seeing as men are not allowed on the second floor, you'd think it would be courteous enough to help with the laundry. You know, fold it or something.
It also could be the girl that lives two doors down who is angry because I've monopolized the one washer and dryer we have on our end of the hall for the past six hours.
I like my ghost theory better.
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