sweet mother of fuck
i woke up this morning to a sinus headache, a stomachache, and the sound of one of my roommates packing up his dishes. after some annoying q&a ("what's going on?" "do you want any of these dishes?" "no, what's going on?" "oh, if you don't want these, i'm taking them to goodwill." "no, i mean what's going on in general?" "oh, i should be able to find a place within the week."), i learned that he's moving out. which means that i can't afford to pay my mortgage. which means i have to find another roommate. which means i have to re-evaluate how much i'm charging for rent, since it was kinda high (but agreed to by both of my roommates before i bought the house). which probably means that i'll have to put more of my money that i don't have into the mortgage payments. and did i mention i'm broke?

but on the positive side, i spent all day yesterday hanging out with gwyn, waiting to somehow find a ticket for her for the mars volta / a perfect circle concert. which rocked. maynard dedicated the entire concert to nipples, although he didn't say if it was nipples in general or just janet jackson's. and i always have a great time hanging out with gwyn.

and now, to take annoying roommate on a tour of shit he needs to do around the house before he leaves (fix the carpet and window screens destroyed by his cats, get rid of the huge kinetic sculpture in my back yard, etc.)...