DRAMA! DRAMA! DRAMA!

My roomate is in Hawaii. Apparently, he ran out of money and needs help while he's there visiting his girlfriend from Australia. He left me no way to get in touch with him, only orders to do so in a voicemail.

Annoying, and the information he gave his aunt to contact him turned out to be invalid. Then I get a call (at 11:15 PM, while I'm asleep) from his girlfriend's parents asking for her to give them a call.

I don't know what's going on, but I think it's both amusing and tragic that I'm catching fallout for whatever shenanegans are going on.

Oh well. Life goes on.