My room, the meat freezer

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To fill my new friends on some of my background, I blame my scheming roommate for bringing me to Tulsa (I actually blame him for a lot of things). We roomed together our freshman year, took a semester off, and roomed together the second semester of our sophomore year. We enjoy each other's company so much we're rooming again this year. Heck, we'll probably be roommates next year.

So I've gotten to know this guy quite a bit. But I can talk about that later. I feel a bit whimsical so I want to share the daily battle we have. And that's controlling the temperature of the room. When you have two human beings living together in the same space, the odds of them having the same preferences in regards to temperature is small. In the case of my scheming roommate and I, we are polar opposites.

Part of the reason is just pure physics, i.e. he has significantly more mass than I do.

I want it warm, like a nice autumn day. Better hot than cold, my mom always says. I don't want get sick in my own room.

He wants it cold, like a meat freezer. He claims it helps him sleep. I can always add extra layers if I'm cold, but he can't take much off if it's too hot. But there's something wrong when I'm wearing sweaters to sleep in August.

I'm happy when it's winter, cause that means there's only heat. Oh, but wait, my scheming roommate will just open the window to cool down things. Brrrrr.

When I walk into the room, I seek the make the room warmer. When he walks in, he seeks to make the room colder. I fight a losing battle, however, since he is physically superior to me.

Does anyone else have this sort of battle?

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