Creatures of Habit

I seriously love the house I live in. I’m so sad I’m moving out. My 80 year old roommate is now puking in the bathroom, which for some reason carries the sound directly to my room with no problem, so every morning when he has explosive diarrhea, I can wake up to a lovely sound and then smell it when I go brush my teeth because he for some reason can never turn the fan on. Then its my turn to vomit. At least it’s nice to have a daily routine. This is the life.