Weirdo

I haven't left my house in days. Since Wednesday, I think. A little weird, I know. I'll blame part of it on being sick, since I really was in bed for most of the day on Wednesday and Thursday. But what's my excuse since then? I've got everything I need here. An over-stocked fridge and freezer, my laptop, the 104 books I need to read, cold medicine and cough drops, and my roommate and his girlfriend if I get lonely. (And C. even bought me orange juice yesterday...the one thing I didn't have and she brought it to me!)

My roommate and his girlfriend. It is so strange to share living space with people for the first time in 4 years. I go back and forth between loving it and hating it. It's nice to have built-in company sometimes, to have someone to share the pot of coffee with, someone to ask "what's missing from this sauce?" or "Does my hair look stupid like this?" and Michael knows that even when I'm being a raging bitch, all it takes to calm me down (usually) is a hug. But then there's the bad part--the I-just-woke-up-and-don't-want-to-talk-to-anyone mornings when someone else is in the shower or on the couch exactly where I wanted to be, the inevitable couple spats that I have to hear, and the fact that being a loner and a single girl living with a very social couple starts to make me wonder...is there something wrong with me? They go out, like, every day! and if they don't go out, they have friends over. Don't they need to be alone, ever? I don't get it. But they're probably thinking the same--or worse--about me. Doesn't she have any friends? Why is she in her room 18 hours a day? Poor thing, nobody likes her.

Woe is me, right? I know. I've had worse living situations before and I know that Michael is more patient with me and my weird habits than most people would be (we're related, he has to be!) and 98% of the time, everything is great. But the 2% always seems bigger.

So, this is my promise to myself...when I move out of here, I will never, never have roommates again. It's too hard to be a hermit when someone is sitting right downstairs.

I guess if I ever get married, we'll have to buy a duplex so I can live on one side and he can live on the other. How romantic.