The Door Knocked For the Roomate Last Night

I’m sore and depressed and tired today. My friend Chris, sorry, James, re-appeared in my life yesterday, with the added bonus that he needs somewhere to live. I so so excited. I loves the idea to bits. One problem – the berloody guy we promised the room to actually showed up at one a.m. after vanishing off the face of the earth a week and a half ago…

He’s moving in today.