still anger

So I've now spent a substantial bulk of the past half hour trying to jimmy the lock on the aforementioned roommate's door, but have accomplished little beyond splintering a once useful Borders rewards card. His clock is seemingly of the persistent, never-ending beeping variety as opposed to the much jollier shuts itself off after 5 minutes type that I cherish so greatly right now. I might just be losing it, but I swear the damn thing is actually getting louder. It's really hard to describe just how upset I am about all of this, but it's likely John will be getting many poorly scribed hate letters rammed under his door before this morning is over because lord knows I will always choose the passive aggressive angry missive over anything bordering confrontation. Not that it matters seeing as I doubt he'll be back anywhere near close enough to RIGHT NOW for my liking. I'm going to go cry now.