Your university degree is useless
There are times when I find myself pawing at the window, wondering what the outside world is like. My housemate shouts “bye” up the stairs and trots down for another evening at the pub. This same housemate has been sitting on the sofa all three times that I have returned home from university. She can often be found eating or playing the Playstation. In fact she often does both simultaneously. I know that I will hear her come home, and I will still be in the same place when she left hours ago. Except, I won’t be watching endless repeats of Friends and Scrubs on E4, but furiously...
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