Mommy/Friend/Roommate

Sometimes, I get to play mommy to my roommate and, though I complain, I love it. I don't like loosing sleep as I sit up and rub her back to calm her down, but I love helping my friend. I hate watching her throw up and be in pain, but it feels good to nurture her. I love the drama, too. Her mom made her clean up her own barf when she became old enough. Thanks mom and dad for not making me do that. I emptied her barf bowl last night. She is currently freaking out, texting me "please don't clean the bathroom. I promise I'll do it when I have more strength." She passed out more than once last night. The moral of the story: if you know that your stomach can't handle red meat, don't eat it.