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I feel a certain amount of...anger at the moment. Apparently, Avery's pregnant cousin was kicked out by her sister's husband's brother's mother (actually, just her sister's husband, or maybe her sister's brother...I just know it was a guy) or SOMETHIIING, whom was in somewhat of an inebriated rage. And guess where she's staying? In the apartment. That's right, the apartment that isn't technically ours. Oh, and she's staying with her one, two year-old son who just so happens to be sleeping in MY room (which I share with Avery. That's why we're called roommates). If they think I'm not going to be setting my alarm in the morning just for the sake of that little boy, they have another thing coming. And, by George, if he wakes me up in the middle of the night...well, I will be angry.