Wow. Talking works. Sunday I asked my roommate what was wrong and she let me have it. I was a little upset; because it turns out I hadn't been doing anything wrong. But Monday she left a lovely note for Spencer and me, apologizing for hurting our feelings and explaining that she's just stressed out. (And she doesn't want to talk about it.) Then, as she was leaving and I was in the living room, she told me bye first. Made my day.
However, today in chemistry, I learned that since the iron in our bodies oxidizes, it is not magnetic. Therefore, Magneto's escape from his plastic prison in X-Men 2 could never have happened. This made me sad.
Oh well. Life is still good today.