Status Updates From One Night with her Roommate...

I didn't like it quite has much as I thought I would. I had a hard time understanding Meg's feelings and East's character.

“Meg, talk to me.” “Can’t I get some privacy, even in the bathroom?” she asked at last. “No. I can feel you angsting, even through the door. And you’re going to talk yourself into doing something stupid. Let me in.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding uncharacteristically grouchy. “I was going to give you a scalp massage to help your headache.” “My headache isn’t that had.” “I don’t care how bad it is. I have nothing else to do, and I can’t go to sleep yet. So lay down and shut the hell up.”

“I’ll be there. You don’t have to worry about me.” She did worry about him sometimes—when she wasn’t wanting to strangle him or rip his clothes off. It was such a strange combination of responses that she’d given up trying to figure it out.