606 was my room number freshman year of college. One of my email folders I call “606 friends” which comprises all of my best friends from that year (not to say that they still aren’t my friends, which they are). Oddly enough I met them all the first day of orientation, go me!

This is a comic a friend of mine said he thought made the character look unsympathetic, but this is really true to a degree. I get irritated when I forget one ingredient for what I need to make dinner that night. The actual footwork most of the time is no more than ten to fifteen minutes, but it still gets to me. It’s not nearly as bad as having to get back in a car to go to the supermarket, but it’s still irritating.