I'm a bit upset to go downstairs and find that my roommate (NOT my boyfriend) brought home beer, though of course he wouldn't know any better. He's only seen me drinking beer around the house lately, not the secret nips I've hidden all over the house (now empty) and wasn't around yesterday when I had to call out from work, so maybe he assumes I've got it under control. I guess I should in a way be grateful that he feels like he can trust me enough now to not steal them? Which I wont, I feel no need. But it immediately triggered - something. Not even a craving, just an annoyance, I guess.
Also, he fell asleep on the couch again...
