using the bathroom this morning doing a bit of reading (the tale of whitey bulger continues), i heard the doorknob jiggling as my roommate trying to get in. it was locked of course, but it's an unsettling feeling being thusly disturbed in my fortress of solitude. all she had to do was take a quick peek of the living room to know the bathroom was ocupado. the result was it cut my bathroom visit short because i was too worried she needed to use it (maybe go to work for a change).
i spent the day waiting for my roommate to leave. there were some false alarms, like when i heard her zipping up her bag in the early afternoon. as the day wore on, i was more certain she wasn't leaving. i suppose i could've just ask her if she was going to MIT today, but that seems too obvious an approach; better to let that irritation slowly eat away. thank god she's only here for 2 more weeks. i've never had a roommate who's stayed in the house as much as this one (not even that 45-year old smoking & drinking nanjing astrophysicist who was here for a month in fall 2009 and was basically here to play solitaire on his laptop and buy stuff).
she did leave eventually, but by then i was already broken: she left for destination unknown around 4:30 then came back an hour and a half later. i finished my leftover KFC and then later heated up some lamb vindaloo for dinner.