Tonight’s lesson is brought to you by my stupid roommate. If you know who he is, good for you; but for others, I shall do the standard courtesy of leaving nameless.

At about 2:30 in the morning, I was finally finished with my work, sign off, and recharge for tomorrow’s challenges. Meanwhile, my roommate is pretending to work hard and ironing ALL his clothes in his closet. I turned out the main lights, so he had to use his desk light, which was just as bad. So, for about two hours, I tossed and turned in my bed trying to get that light and noise out of my sensory. Here is where the irony is: Is he truly working hard? If so, then he would have: (a) Picked another time to do it or (b) Took all his clothes to the laundry room (which is about 25 ft. away). No worries. He knows my utter displeasure as a consequence.

So, the lesson for today is: There is a time and place for everything. Ironing your clothes while your roommmate is trying get some sleep is NOT proper timing and place.

I think I have said before that VH1 shows make me sick. That is reinforced by a show I saw recently, called “The Flavor of Love.” When my dormmates watch that show, there was an unprecedented amount of bleeping, and that made me sick because of how unrestrained people can be. Sure, that is reality, but here is where it gets unreal: I see this show as some jerk manipulating women’s minds under the guise of searching for love.