Strange Bedfellows

I have a roommate out here in Pittsburgh now. I should've had one this whole time, actually, but the roommate I would've had lives out here in a nearby neighborhood, so she was never around. Her rotation ended, and another girl's taking her place. The new girl does *not* live around here, so she has to live in the student housing with the rest of us chickens.

I actually have only had a roommate once, for one semester in sophomore year in college. For the rest of my entire life, I've lived alone. Having serious relationships doesn't really count, because you're not worried about stepping on each others' toes.

Anyway, it's fine so far. But it's a little unsettling to wake up in the middle of the night and hear a stranger's shallow breathing and shifting in bed.

In other news, I got some moisturizer with SPF 15. I saw this 83-year-old in the clinic last week who had wrinkles on her face and arms, but her back and shoulders looked like a young woman's. Sun damage has a HUGE impact. I feel dumb for not having used sun protection every day sooner. I mean, in the summer I use sunscreen, but not during the rest of the year. God, I feel painfully boring. Sorry, folks. ;)