Female Roommate comes downstairs to ask me not to go upstairs because Male Roommate "just had a freakout and is napping." Er..... What the? On the one hand, I'm almost impressed that she's gone that far out of her way to be of service to someone. On the other hand, I'll go upstairs whenever I damn well please especially since my bedroom and the only bathroom are there; and I don't recall you giving a fuck when *I* am sleeping. Shortly thereafter, as I'm quietly minding my own business downstairs, I hear music from upstairs. So again I say: what the fuck?