Monic yawned and slapped her alarm clock. It flew off the bedside table and landed, with a thud, on the carpet below. "Augh." she groaned as she got up. As usual, she went about her dailies, prettied up, and noticed that she was beginning to feel anxious. Of course, Vanessa was going to be here today, but she hadn't heard from Max. So although she for sure had at least one roommate, there would be, in addition to the stress of figuring out the legalities and the whole move-in fiasco, figuring out how to get that second roommate within the week. Monic bristled. It wouldn't be pleasant having to deal with the bank, but moreover she hadn't had a good fuck in quite some time, and so her stress cap was significantly lower. Monic headed down stairs, inhaled a bowl of cereal and, just as she had put the dishes in the sink, heard the doorbell. She looked at the clock: 11:08.<i>Jesus, Vanessa… Keeeeeener.</i>she thought, humbly walking over to the door. She opened it and smiled, "Good to see you again. Let me grab the trolley and I'll give you a hand moving your stuff in. How many boxes are there?" she said, walking away from the door in the direction of the basement stairs.