There is irony going around.

Although I have all my luggage, empirical evidence shows I didn’t pack toothpaste. I have a small travel bottle that I think is over ten years old. I don’t think it did much good.

And I forgot to go to the store to get more until ten minutes after it closed.

Also, I met my roommate for five seconds as he was switched out on me for a guy named Anthony. He’s fat and he snores.

Great.

Not really. No.

In other news, I’ve decided no more alcohol. I’m finding that a few hours after having a drink I get really depressed. It goes away, but I guess it’s my version of a hangover.

Needless to say, I got very depressed.