The weatherroommates and I are in mourning today for the loss of our couchmate, who after a week and a half of biting the hands that fed him, has decided to move in with the neighbors and use their couch.

Although this may suit his habits of staying up until 4 a.m. playing video games and sleeping until noon, the weatherroommates and I will miss the sight of someone else wearing our clothes.

Thursday’s forecast: Come back, weathercouchmate. Leech.