Insomnia... No wait, it's my roomie.

My roomie has this disease. If she's awake, I too must be awake. It doesn't matter if it's an afternoon nap or if I'm in a coma, the minute she's awake she will come to wake me up. If she comes home from the bar on a night that I didn't go out, she'll come in to tell me who I missed seeing, what happened, and the level of her drunkeness. In the mornings, she will open the door, come on the computer and start typing. If I complain, she'll leave. Leave with the door wide open so that the cat comes and sits in my face. I don't know how to cure her.