Thanks, vw. I hope the universe gifts you with a wonderful day.

Damn, you two are just having NO luck with the living situations. And I've had drive-you-batshit-insane flatmates myself, and I know how wretched it is to come home and feel that you have no refuge, that home isn't home. It sucks.

I do wish you both all the best with your respective situations.

vw, I'm sorry Not!Emily is such a stressor. Maybe if you tried to look at it like, "There are times I leave our dishes in the sink," (if there are) or such, you'll feel less angry at him.

Fay, I actually think it's more of a case of me and Emily being much messier than he would like. His room is spotless. I think he's given up in the common areas, which means if anything's going to get done, it's done by me. I honestly think he's trying to hold his tongue about his wishes and just get through the next several months.

But, in the meantime, he's being passive-agressive...leaving things and not doing his chores, because, well, what's the point? And that pisses me off.

Huh. 'kay, sod him. On behalf of the Slobs of the World, I rip up his freshly-minted membership card, and point him sternly in the direction of Irritating Wankers of the World, which is meeting several doors down.

it wasn't a 'she'll do it, I don't need to' mindset. It was more of a '....oh, hey, she's tidied up. Huh. I suppose it was kind of messy. Oops.' mindset.

Yeah, I had a situation like that with my old roommate, B. She finally was like, "it drives me INSANE that you leave your dirty dishes in the sink for days on end." and I said, "OK" and worked on keeping them clean. Then I moved in with someone who did the same thing and all of a sudden, I was the clean roommate. Now Tom and I do lot of cooking in a pretty small kitchen so keeping the decks cleared is totally necessary. But it's shared, so it works. And my parents' house is just... disgusting. And the older I get the more I DO NOT want that life. So gross. Anyway.

vw's Roommate #3 is definitely an asshat. vw, though, take care of you, and try not to let it loom too large. He's not worth the energy. Just want to be sure that you have enough energy to take care of *you* over the next few weeks/months.

serial: I am home from work today. My cold was getting worse and I felt feverish last night. Tom arrived safe in Atlanta, so that's good.

Poor Nora! I hope you feel better soon!

I actually do feel better, once I woke up. But I slept so horribly and felt so awful that I called in and then tossed and turned for another couple of hours and then woke up, feeling better than I have all week. I don't quite feel guilty because you never know when a sneak cold attack will bite ya on the ass.

Even though all I wanted to do yesterday is leave work early (and go home and go to sleep) a friend who I NEVER see emailed me and said he'd be available to hang out that evening. So, I arranged to hang with him early (for him, he drives a cab at night, though he had the night off yesterday) at 5ish, and was able to get to the 8pm train. I had to weigh the crappy feeling of health against how I never see him and I really wanted to, and I think I made a decent compromise/choice. Meeting early, and staying low key. Got home to an empty house t insert stiff upper lip here and got the trash together to go out, watered Tom's seedlings, set up the VCR to tape VM and Dr. Who, did some dishes, took a shower, talked to Tom a bit, slept fitfully.

Morning. Sorry for crappy living situations! You all know of my own roommate hell, which is why I am so pathetically grateful for my single this year.

I packed lots last night, which is great. I think I really am going to have everything moved before I graduation, which is just bonus.

However, I have a staggeringly overwhelming amount of homework I didn't do last night because of aforementioned packing. Sigh. I hate being unprepared for class.