My roommate has smuggled alcohol into the room. What shall I do? On one hand, it shouldn’t be any of my business what he chooses to drink. On the other hand, it’s absolutely illegal, I may get blamed for it, and I am against alcohol in general anyway. My current thought is that, when I leave, I will put up a note, either on the room door or the refrigerator door saying something like “I hereby relieve myself from responsibility of all substances contained within this refrigerator with the exception of sparkling water. — Simon Rubinstein-Salzedo.” My roommate also seems to think it’s a good idea to leave the refrigerator door open for long periods of time. I think it has been open for about twelve hours now. I’m surprised it’s not an oven in here. I guess some people don’t realize that a refrigerator is a heating device. Where does he think the heat goes though? Does he think it just disappears? Does he think it gets converted into usable energy? Well, there’s a thought. It’s a shame that that doesn’t happen.
Oh yes, I mentioned leaving, didn’t I? Well, that may be somewhat more of a problem that I had anticipated. I just made an attempt to book my train ride home on Amtrak. Whoever designed the website must have been really stupid. I tried entering my credit card information, and it said there was an illegal character in my name. (I presume that would be the hyphen, and why it would be illegal is beyond me.) Then I tried taking the hyphen out. Of course, then it wouldn’t accept the information since the name didn’t match the name on the card. Therefore, I have a difficult situation: how do I get home? I’m trying to leave on Wednesday. That’s not much time for me to get things straightened out.