The couch bounces once as my ass hits it, the front door closing behind me. There's a faint odor of smoke on this side of the hallway, but I choose not to question it. Upstairs roommate must have his hotplate on again.
"Rough day?" Drew asks muting the baseball game on the TV.
I blow air out my pinched lips, sounding like a distressed motorboat. "I'm having the worst Monday."
Rather than sympathize with me, Drew laughs. "That's what you said last Monday."
"Okay fine. It's the worst Monday since last Monday." I steal the remote from his outstretched hand and start flicking through channels. I cannot handle another baseball game, but there is always a mind-numbing show on Bravo. I stop flipping channels on a Kardashian commercial.
"I am not watching any more of your Kardashian shit." Drew tries to wrestle the remote back from me.
I hit him with it in the arm. "It's a commercial, dumbass."