The roomies packed pretty much in silence this evening, ignoring us for some imagined wrong I'm sure. They have most of their junk boxed up now. I told them the living room looked like Brendan had hit it (since it was such a mess.) They didn't laugh. Pricks. T minus about 18 hours and they're out of our lives. I'm waiting somewhat less than patiently.
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