Nit-Picking

If all the other stuff hadn't been trivial enough, at this point in our time living together, Mikey began this daily routine where he would tell me to do something, or not do something. Nearly every time he would stop by my room and tell me on his way out the door. Some of the time he would tell me in a civil way. Such as, "Hey, when the dishwasher is done, could you empty it?"

However, most of the time, he came to me yelling, or what's worse, he would whine to me about something. Such as, "What the fuck? Why do you have the A/C set for 73?! It should be no lower that 74!!"

No. That was not made up. That actually happened.

This happened daily. Though it doesn't happen daily anymore, it does happen pretty frequently. It was at this time (circa late March-early April) that I considered starting this blog. Just so I could keep daily track of everything. A friend of mine advised me against that idea, though. Just because if he ever found it, it wouldn't be good. But at this point, I wish I had started it then.

At this point, things began to change.