Turned in the keys to my now former apartment, so I’m homeless. In the best ne’er do well traditions of my redneck forebears, I’m leeching off women. I’m pretty much set up at Wooga’s house. Since I never moved my bed from my mom’s house I have an extra, so I made a bedroom in one of her unused rooms. This is key because I inherited my paternal family’s snoring, exacerbated by some shit growing in this neighborhood I’m particularly allergic to. I also take sadistic glee in irritating my girlfriend, so having somewhere to hide will be a handy thing.

The move out inspection was damn near white glove. I’m pretty sure it was just setting me up to get soaked for the cleaning company they hire. But if they keep my entire deposit, that’s maybe two months difference between what I was paying in rent and what I’d pay anywhere else in that neighborhood, or anywhere in the city center. So it would be shitty, but not as shitty as it might have been. Not as shitty as it would be coming from a professionally-run building.

Then I went to the gym, where I got a call to an interview tomorrow. A crappy job that pays utter shit, but maybe that’ll narrow the pool so I have a chance at this one.