I hate to say this

I'm an energetic sort. I enjoy pushing myself mind body and spirit.

When you look at all of the masks I wear, thats one of the only (not the only, but one of the only) commonalities.

I come home; my roomate has taken the week off ( I think... either that or got fired and isn't telling me). Every night he's been drunk when I got home. When he leaves his room open, the house stinks like smoke. Not naucious tobacco smoke... mind altering THC smoke that I so detest.

Every night I've seen him or talked to him; it literally takes me hours to recover and become myself again.

I think its approaching time for me to move on.

Thank you roomate; its sorta been fun.