I’m afraid I’m unafraid that this could be a good thing.
That thing is the new thing.
I’m also feeling pretty confident that despite any complaints about the paper thin walls and the volume of our cackling, my roomies are on board with this idea A HELL OF A LOT MORE than ones in the past. While I shouldn’t care what those biddies think, I live with them. And I love them. And so far this year, they’ve been the only ones who have accurately and objectively called every important thing that has happened to me this year.
Moral of the story is that my roomies are psychics. Cool, right?