Here I sit at one o five in the morning. I laid down in my warm, comfortable bed about nine in thoughts of a deep refreshing sleep. After being woken up no less than three times, alas, I am unable to fall back asleep, being preoccupied with thoughts of thirst, excessive need to pee, and anger. Why can't I relieve my urination you ask? My roommates can't be bothered to un-clog the toilet. Nope, they feel that just leaving it there, filled with shit and soggy toilet paper, is perfectly acceptable. Why the thirst? If I drink anything then it'll make me have to pee more. As stated before, I can't use my own fucking toilet. As for the anger? Put two and two together and you'll understand. That and the fact that I was fortunate enough to over-hear my roommate talking to her boyfriend (the cause of waking up three times) about how disgusting it is that Zach and I have sex in my room. "She doesn't mind, but can't we at least hide it?" Aren't I paying to live here too? Am I not allowed to have sex in my own room? And its not like we left everything laying about, I don't see how she could've found anything unless she dug through the garbage. So now I sit here, unable to sleep because I fear I'm going to piss the bed. Even my boyfriend's house, which a house of males, is cleaner than mine.