Goodness…Its negative 2 out, dry weather, three hours before my alarm goes off…and my roommate starts wailing on guitar at an excruciatingly ungodly hour of the morning…I yelled a few times, realize my room is now a freezer, as the fire is out. went downstairs and he’s like “oh, I thought you were up.” Keeps playing guitar. Oh, and he didn’t even bother to start the fire, instead he just sits there bundled up head to toe with a cup of coffee. Now he’s on some douche bag high horse about how I a”just have to deal with it” I fucking hate Girdwood and acid trippin’ ski bums. FUCK YOU ALL.