To whom it may concern,
I witnessed World War IV in our apartment last night. I thought for sure I would be able to go to sleep early last night. Yeah....that didn't happen. What happened was one roommate threatening to move out and the other collapsed on her bed sobbing. I'm sure you can pick out which roommates I'm talking about.
(Hint: It wasn't Elyse or I.)
I do not know if said roommate will actually move out. I'm not sure of anything anymore. If that's the case we're going to have to find a new roommate sometime next month. Yikes. I have a feeling I witnessed a friend break up. I've never seen one before, and I can't even begin to figure out what comes next.
So if after reading this post if I have not written, notify the proper authorities. Oh, but you have to call my parents in Ohio first. So, parents first and the police second. They'll need to go to my apartment and find me there, either a causality of WWIV or a basket case from the mental trauma.
Good luck with your upcoming mission. By the way, you can't choose to accept it or not because you've read this. You'll be a willing participant in the events that follow. (Sorry.)
P.S. I leave you humming "Breaking Up is Hard to Do."