Well, this has been revived after close to a year in limbo...

Isaac

They said that after college, he would never have to put up with another prickish roommate again.

They lied.

Izzy wondered briefly what he'd do about the pizza on the floor as he heard Gervais walk in, muttering to himself. To tell the truth, he wasn't even sure how the globules of tomato sauce and mozzarella managed to get on the ceiling, and he wasn't relishing the prospect of explaining it to Gervais, who liked everything explained and then put in a neat box, never to be opened again. Izzy wondered briefly if the excuse was going to work this time around.

"What the hell happened here?" Gervais asked as he walked in. Izzy could see a vein was already throbbing in his temple, a sure sign that he had met some particularly crazy crazies today.

"I don't know man," Izzy said, retreating to the farthest corner of his bed and wrapping his long simian arms around himself. "I think I ordered some pizza... and then it got on the ceiling."

"I can see that, Isaac," Gervais said coldly, and put his briefcase down on the table. "I'm just wondering what happened in between."

"A burst of speed that overcame the rate of air resistance in this room, I think. Probably through a propulsion of some sort..." Izzy mumbled, and saw that Gervais was not amused by his little venture into physics. "It'll be fine, man. I'll clean it up, if you want."

"I think you're high," Gervais muttered, barely addressing Izzy.

"Oh... yeah... that makes sense. I think I got pretty hungry a little while ago... oh yeah..." Izzy said, stunned by this revelation. "Man, you make a lot of sense sometimes, Gerv."

"I think you should probably get some rest," Gervais continued. "You must be quite tired from... flinging pizza onto the ceiling."

"It is pretty exhausting," Izzy muttered. "Pretty pointless, too. Sisyphean, in a matter of speaking. Y'know Sisypheus, right? Rolled a boulder up the hill, hill was too steep, boulder rolled down, but he kept on rolling it up again..."

Gervais wasn't listening, Izzy knew. By now he knew to block out the words of the Concordia drop-out. Most of what he said didn't make a damned bit of sense, anyhow. But as Izzy let himself shut his eyes and start to dream, he thought again of Sisypheus.

"We all have days like that, man," he muttered to Sisypheus. "All the time."