Thursday night I go to bed at 2am, well I guess that's technically Friday morning, but you get the drift. At some point after I've fallen asleep I hear my roommate come home, and then I hear her come into my room. (We don't actually share a room. She's in the room next to me). I'm half-asleep, half-awake, so I don't really know what's going on, but I hear her rummaging around my room. The first thing that popped into my head when I heard her rummaging around was, "Oh dang, Ella's drunk and she has no idea wtheck she's doing." But I'm still in a dream-like state, so I don't say anything thinking she'll leave in a minute, which she does. And I quickly fall asleep again. The next morning, more like six hours later, I wake up and go over to my chair to put on my clothes, but they're not there. My jeans and my bra are gone, and my shirt is on the floor. My laundry bag is moved across the room, and the pillow from my closet is lying on the floor. Wtheck right? So I go over to Ella's room and find my clothes on her chair. And then it all clicks. My roommate does random stuff when she's drunk.