Grant came home from Egypt about two weeks ago and I was so happy to see him. I missed having him around. There are three of us living in a small one bedroom basement apartment now. Me and Grant are sharing the sofa bed until the end of August. At first it was no big deal, but now I'm starting to go into bitch mode cause I really need my own space. I really had it last night when Grant farted in his sleep and the fan was blowing the shit-air right in my face. I was so grossed out and annoyed. I solved the flow of stank by putting a pillow on his ass. I could sit here and talk shit about my roommate, whose every little character trait annoys me now, but hopefully this irritation is just a side effect. I woke up this morning and took a trip to the john hoping that I would discover my period. A second explanation to this mood would be nice.