Hm...

I'm a little worried that my roommate may be dead. Her boyfriend left a couple of hours ago at the crack of dawn, and he left the door to her bedroom open a crack, so I know for a fact that she is still lying in bed. But it's past the time that she's supposed to be at work, usually, and I've just noisily hacked up half my lung tissue along with the yuck that is making it tricky to breathe clearly, so... you'd think she'd have got up and done something. Like brushed her teeth and made her usual morning espresso and whatever else. Unless she's got a day off and she's lying there thinking "omg I'm going to get up and KILL that stupid american if she coughs one more time". I feel a bit bad about that, but I can't really help it. I briefly contemplated going downstairs to get my coughing done outside, but I'm not dressed yet. Ah, well. 

Anyway, I really hope she's not dead. Or paralyzed. Or paralyzingly depressed. Or anything else calamitous that would cause her to remain in bed against her will. Hopefully she is just a really deep sleeper and is having some kind of really delightful dream with fuzzy bunnies and ice cream and such and then she will wake up and fill the house with the smell of coffee. I'll just sit here and try to keep my airway open as quietly as possible.      

I don't have any classes until 2 today, so I probably should do something useful this morning... like cook Strategic Food Reserves... or do the laundry... or go buy a loaf of bread... but instead I'm sitting here in bed bemoaning the fact that I don't have anything breakfast-y to eat. I may just eat some chocolate instead... I am an eminently useless individual. 

My kids (students, I mean, not offspring) keep telling me that "High School Musical" is their favorite film, so I watched it on youtube last night. Well, to use the term "watch" a bit loosely - I was actually also reading my email and checking on my bank account and stuff at the same time because good lord is that one boring movie. I truly don't get it. I mean, for someone under the age of, say, eight or nine... okay. Fine. You probably don't need such a complex plotline to keep yourself entertained. But beyond that... I sat there the whole time waiting for the part where you're like "aha! here's the plot! here's the main problem! I wonder what's going to happen!" but then all of a sudden the movie ended. If there was a climax, I missed it. 

Anyway. Oh, hey, there are stirrings next door. The roommate is not dead. Yay.