The Perfect Snore

I'm in my fifth week now and in the short time here I'm getting more accomplished -- as far as being responsible about life -- than I have in the last 15 years. It's pretty amazing how clear the pictures are when you're sober. So I'm chugging along, day by day, one day at a time.

I got a new roommate today. The old one was a psychopath who couldn't handle my snoring .. and last night he practically snapped. I tossed him a pair of ear plugs and said, "Here man, you can use these." But this morning, he threw another fit. Either he's not smart enough to figure it out or he doesn't have have enough balls to ask for a new room. So this morning, I went and found out that there were 3 beds open in other rooms. So I sent him down there after I had talked to dorm guy. It was as easy as that. I told him to do that a week ago. Apparently he just wanted something to bitch about. What you do expect from a schlub. I just poked my head in the room and my new roommate sounds like he's cuttiung down redwoods. Well, I guess he won't be complaining about me!