I lost my house in a shit-storm that I don't really want to delve too deep into. I moved into the inner city with Stefan, and we've started a new life of poverty. It's ok, and it's nice to see how the other life lives. The neighborhood is good too, except for the possibility of being knifed by a complete stranger every time I enter my front door...
Anyway, I gotta go make the bed in my living room. My mom came over & washed the sheets last week, so I've been sleeping without sheets for 8 days. Hey, I guess it's a good thing since they hadn't been taken off the bed since 2004.
Maybe after that I'll head up to Walgreens & do my grocery shopping for the month.