The roommate is nasty sick. Well, not nasty sick. He's not puking or anything. But he can't breathe. He spends much of his night coughing and sniffing. And he came in this afternoon (looking much worse, I might add) and annouced that he was going to use no medical aids to beat this. Eck. This, of course, means that I need to go stock up on OJ and other healthy stuff so that he doesn't spread the love.