I feel bad... 'Cause I'm doing to my roomie what he did to me last week. When I came in wanting a little time by myself, he was always here. It aggravated me to no end. Today, I've spent much of the day with my ass planted in front of this computer trying to write. I've stolen the time he usually has to himself during the day. I'd really like to exclaim, "payback's a bitch, ain't it?" but I'm really not feeling victorious in that way. I must be sick.