Great! Awesome! Signs of life.

The next night I ran into Kyle and some guy on the street. It was cold again, in the 20's. Kyle introduced the guy as a former occupant of my room. The guy was like, way too loud, OHH no WAY that's my old room! I was like, yeah, cool. My room does have that kind of effect on people. Invokes an opiate haze on guests, and has a Ring of Power hold on its occupants. Turns 'em into freaky Gollems. In the morning I was awoken by a ray beam of sun light across my face. The good plant was having breakfast. I was healthy but alone and rose to go to have a movement. Hahahah. Sitting on the toilette silence descended and the sound of my roommate having sex came into focus. She was enthusiastically yelping in a rhythm. There was a wet slapping and tapping and something was knocked over and there was a laugh and then back to wholeheartedly impaling herself on a pleasure spike. Great! Awesome! Signs of life. Flush. Was her bf even in town? I hadn't seen him all weekend. I go back into my room filled w/ sun and turned on Weekend Edition Sunday for myself and the plant. Cover head w/ blanket. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine.