And the Lightbulb Clicked On

Poor 9am has been in denial that I'm moving out, continually sending me responses to the ad for a roommate he put up after he gave me his pitiful notice. Tonight it somehow finally became clear to him. That I am indeed moving out, just like he is (except not to the suburbs like he is).

Now he is all a flutter, dancing all around the apartment with worry. It's kind of cute. I almost feel badly for him. But then I don't.