The bottom has fallen out.
Yesterday, I determined that our former roommate did, in fact,
fuck us and take off to
Ottawa. No rent was paid, and there are a good number of
electronic devices that haven't been seen since he left.
After discovering this, I also determined that my
bank account balance is now over a thousand dollars, negative. I discovered this trying to buy
bus tickets to get to
work, which caused me to be late getting there, for obvious reasons.
After getting to work, I was
laid off, ostensibly for being late. I suspect
politics, but I usually suspect such things where
people are involved.
...
Things with
Jessica have been relatively stable, but I suppose this is a
non-statement if you consider what 'stable' is relative to.
I had planned to take a
weekend vacation next week, get in a car and go somewhere I've never been before -- but it does not look like this is
in the cards, considering these
most dire financial straits.
I think
Jes might
strangle me to death, if I don't get out soon. It's been at least nine months that I haven't left
Toronto, and I don't think I've spent so long in one place, ever.
I've tried to write several
witty sentences describing how I feel, but
my traitor fingers keep tying the same message, over and over -- I need to get away. I need to get away. I need to get away.
...
I need to get away.