Man, I wanted a glass of wine so bad when I came home from work today.

But apparently my strange, reclusive roomate has drank the two bottles I had stored in the fridge IN THE LAST 12 HOURS. In other words, they were there last night, but gone by today by 8 PM.

I hate wine-stealers.

Meh, maybe I will just bring my book to the corporate-executive-type hangout around the corner and have a drink by myself.

Or maybe I will cycle quickly to the grocery store and buy another bottle.

Or maybe I will just lay in bed and watch episodes of Heroes.

Who knows what the night has in store for an exciting young thing like myself?