AUUUUUGH!!! The world is trying to drive me crazy.
→[More:] After
the lock incident the other night, I came home to find a bill for the lock taped to our door, which led to a shit-screamer fight on the stairs between pips, my landlady and her son, with me vainly trying to keep things calm (and with words like 'eviction,' being thrown around). Now today, our
landlady is on a tear about us using water again, when Pips did some dishes, saying 'What are you, a hotel?!' I do not fucking need this grief. But it looks like we're going to have to move. I don't ask for all that much, but a place to live and peace in my own home, I'd like.