Monday is here once again; the weekend already came and went. I had things to do, but I kept most of it out of mind. By the time I got around to working, I was already spent.
My roommate moved in this weekend, and he seems kind. This move came as a surprise to me and ruined my flow He brought many things that could have been left behind.
Why did he bring two fridges? The world may never know. One semester with a room to myself is all I wanted, But instead helping clean was the work I had to undergo.
The plans to complete my homework were stunted. When class came, I realized my failures, I can get the work done later I grudgingly grunted.