Welcome Back

9am had gone home for a week - he left while I was at Crazy Girl and Golden Boy's, dogsitting - and came back tonight.

For all the shit I talk about 9am, I think I just hate what he represents, but not him personally. Having a roommate is really not the way I like to live. Having to hear noise someone else is making, coming home and finding flies that arrived because of opened windows I didn't open, not having things stay the way I leave them, these things drive me nuts. The effort of constant filtering myself, to make sure I'm not giving 9am shit for reasonable things is exhausting.