You dangled your feet, sitting on Enid's bed while analyzing the contrast between your room and your roommate's, which you certainly didn't like very much. Internally you wondered how Enid will support her. Her unnecessary sarcasm, and all this apathy of hers got on your nerves

Wednesday - "If you're not going to do me the grace to leave, could you at least breathe a little softer?" She's so dry, you make her stare at her back, while she keeps herself equipped with her usual typewriter