A friend of mine offered me a place to stay. I got excited. "Wow! A place to live!" No, no... it's a place to stay. I can stay in a small room at his house for a week at a time. I can't have much stuff there.
Another friend told me he was looking for a roommate. He lives in the ghetto, but the rent's cheap. I went over tonight to meet his roommates and see the house. Yeah, the house is a crummy house. There's a big dog in the house, and in the room I would have, the walls and ceiling are crumbling.
Oh, and one of the rooms has bedbugs.
So I'm back to square nothing. I lose my house Tuesday. I have no job, no money, nowhere to go, a ton of stuff, and nowhere to put it.
This sucks so much. I hate life. I can't do this ->-bleeped-<-.