September 14, 2007
Amanda was driving me back to her apartment, when she puked it out. She hated her apartment. She said that right after we got into the car, and she repeated it five minutes later. But it wasn’t the apartment bothering her. “My roommate is making me crazy,” she said. “Her boyfriend left, and whenever he leaves, she gets crazy.” I was sorry to hear this. I suggested a room in a house, or something like that. She mused about it, saying her boyfriend might be buying a house next year. But for now, she has already signed another one-year lease.