i'm sick of living with the girls. i could deal with one. but as a group, the maturity level just drops. i'm just sick of it.
maybe i just had it too good that week or so i spent with Dave in St. Louis. what a wonderful city. but right now, i dread going back to the house. i didn't go back last night. i just slept at work. i couldn't face it.
how am i supposed to do this for the next two years?