Woah, I can be a real beast if I don't wake up on my terms. One of the boons of living on campus is that you have to also deal with your roommate's friends, as I remembered this morning when one strode in when I was still freaking asleep and just sat there silently whilst I slowly came to the angriest version of consciousness I have in my arsenal. Others have described me as a morning person before, but I proved those fuckers wrong this morning.
As you can tell, these space issues are really getting to me. I'm grateful I'm moving off campus next semester. How have other people survived living in a little room with another person in a building full of rooms like this? Well, without having more mornings like this one? Is there some secret to sanity?