Finally. They said it couldn't be done. They said no one got out. Guess I proved them wrong. Finally, after taking on three jobs, I'm moving out of the House. I'll still work there, of course. I wouldn't be able to pay the rent on burger flipping and book shelving alone. I'm going to drop one, if not both, of those jobs. They served their purpose, and now I'd really like to be allowed time in my new apartment. (Especially with this nice new laptop I
stole from the sleeping businessman
found on the subway.)
It's rather nice, in my opinion. Well, nice compared to all of the other apartments in the city in my price range. The man who owns the complex is old and senile, I don't think he knows what he's doing anymore. But he knows he needs help, so I offered to make dinner for him once a week, and he seemed ecstatic with that offer. Probably part of the low rent. *Sigh* There's no kindness left in this city. Well, hardly any.
Maybe now that I'm through with having three jobs I can go back to school. It might be nice...