Call it a mental health day, Emily.
The gronk, it burns. I just woke up from a dream in which I moved back into my college apartment after spending the summer at home (which felt a lot like here rather than my mother's house). On the way into town, I offered to pick up a few weekends at the pizza place I used to work at, but resisted taking more hours than that because I was already working full time. When I got to my apartment, I remembered that all summer long I had forgotten to send any rent or utilities payments, and could not remember if I had made arrangements before leaving to take care of that stuff. So I had no idea if the power would be cut off, or what. Then when I got in there, there was a huge stack of dishes around the sink that I assumed I'd just left there all summer. There was a window wide open, but there did not seem to be more water damage than could be explained by the age of the building rather than by it having been left open for months of rainstorms. Then I walked into the bedroom and saw there were two twin beds, but I had no idea if I had a roommate, or if I was supposed to find one. Luckily about then, Vortex came in. You were my roommate, had been there all summer. I did not want to confess to having no memory of taking care of bills, or of having you as a roommate, so I just went along with everything. I was still kind of waiting for you to either lay into me for sticking you with all the bills, or to drop a clue about me having taken care of all it before I left when I woke up.
Of course, now that I am more awake, I realize that if I were sharing an apartment with Vortex, and I was going to leave for a few months, we would work out ahead of time a plan for paying for stuff, and if I didn't follow through on my end of it, You would certainly tell me before I was three months behind.