when i lived at my last place, my old roommate habitually came home after i had gone to bed and got up well after i had left for the day. therefore, i felt confident that my life was going fairly well. i figured that i had to be doing something right, that i was on top of my game.

my new roommates, however, are a different story. they go to bed early and rise before the sun does so i feel like a bum despite the fact that i have a ‘normal’ sleeping schedule. when they go to bed at 10pm, i feel like i’m staying up a lot later than i should and when i wake up at 8am and they’re both long gone, it’s as if i slept in like the lazy fool i’ve somehow become.

bleh.