Environmental Management

Well, I don't have to clean the house this weekend. On our lunch break, as it was ending, and I was walking out the door to drive back to work, Dave stopped me with an urgent message he was supposed to give me from his parents (our landlords). They want me to vacate the house by March 1st.

That's a fucking awesome message to get on February 9th.

So, refusing to panic I continued on my way back to work and made some phone calls. Rather than spend almost three weeks in a house I'm not welcome in (Dave's delivery made it pretty obvious this was his decision, he's been blaming his personal problems on me since his girlfriend left him and moved back to california, being sick of being the brunt of his scapegoating), I've retreated to my parent's house on the outskirts of town, and have reclaimed my old territory of 'The Basement' until I can get my own place, probably mid April, maybe not until the June apartment rush if I'm really unlucky.

All I have to say is one word:
FUCKROOMMATES


I feel better, don't you?