Emotionally Disturbed Roommate & I had it out this morning. He was pretty calm about the whole thing, and I was rather incoherent seeing as how I'm not conscious in the mornings and I was still kind of under the influence of the Benadryl I took last night to help combat the cat allergies. I guess it was kind of noticeable, since when I sat down for breakfast he asked me if I'd been smoking marijuana. Yeah, I guess my eyes really were that bloodshot. Either way, he kept asking me for a reason why I was moving out since he "liked to learn something new from each experience" and since I had originally told him when I moved in that I was settled and wasn't planning on leaving, but I merely told him that there were personality conflicts and didn't give him any other responses. What was I supposed to say, "Well, I'm moving out because you're a freak and need serious psychological help"? So in 9 more days, I'm gone.

I got my driver's license back last night -- thankfully, now I can buy alcohol since I have an official picture ID. Unfortunately, I look like a freak in my picture, and I'm not sure if that's because I'm so unused to seeing myself without glasses on (they make people take off their glasses for their license photos). The expression on my face seems to be one of, "Oh my Lord, what is that thing??"

I went out to dinner a few nights ago with one of my friends and ordered a Miller Lite. The waitress came back to the table a few minutes later and apologized by saying, "I'm so sorry, but we are so out of Miller Lite." How Southern Californian! Not just out of Miller Lite, but so out of it. How does one become so out of Miller Lite as opposed to just being out of it?