No Sleep 'Til Baltimore.

DISCLAIMER: the writer of this blog entry has never had a roommate before in her life -- excluding one Mr. James Long (whom she adores as a human being) -- and as a result is much more sensitive than the average schmo to the presence of a human being within sleeping quarters.

I like my roommate. She's funny and smart. Don't get me wrong I like her a lot, but there are some things that I just don't understand. Like the big, clangy, silver bracelets she wears to bed. While I have been known to fall asleep with my watch on every once in a while, I don't think I could possibly fall asleep with BIG, CLANGY, bracelets on. She's of the type that moves around in her bed a lot so those things are clangy all night.

Also, she gets especially flatulent in her sleep. This makes me wonder: am I flatulent when I sleep? Is she flatulent all day but especially adept at hiding the noise when she is conscious? Between the clangs and the farts I have a hard time sleeping over here...