At least for a couple days, that is.
So Monday was awesome. Rent was paid, I got to cook an amazing meal for a friend who came up to visit, and I managed to get down the first 1000 words of The Vampire Fred: Wayward Son. Then I went to sleep, confident that I'd be called in the next day.
I didn't get called, not until later on, for a half-day, which I did go in for, but before that happened, everything went to Hell.
Long story short: I have to move. Again.
Explanation? My housemate got offere...
Published on December 16, 2009 13:12