Life doesn't seem like it can get much worse when you have a bad roommate.
Conversely, (or is that inversely? Similarly? Contrariwise?) life doesn't seem like it can get much better when you have a fucking awesome roommate. Like one who brings home Valium and then gives you some, and then even turns on the hot water for you so you can take your first hot shower in three days because the heating oil company forgot to deliver any fuel, and you used to be mad about it but now you've just taken a Valium so you're not any more.