When it rains...

I spent the past weekend up in Melrose. I recopied my mp3 collection from and hung out with Alex. It was rather awkward dealing with Mag as he was still being all touchy and acting as if we were still together. I quickly clarified that we were not together and he was the one who said he wasn't ready for a relationship.

I started teaching Alex some of my beliefs, so we'll see where that goes.

I got back Sunday night and apparently the milk in the fridge had gone bad. I didn't realize this (and it didn't smell 'off') but no sooner than I drank it, my body was hitting the eject switch. I spent most of Sunday night and well into the early hours of Monday in the bathroom.

I called in sick to work on Monday and rested up through the morning. I got up and vacuumed the apartment, cleaned the litter boxes, and took out the trash. After that, I headed over to 's house and hung out with and played some Final Fantasy XI. I also got my laundry done as well. Chris (my roommate) called me about 5:30 and was home from work. I asked him what was up as normally Mondays are very hectic at work. Apparently Phil (the psycho guy that got fired at work, Chris' former roommate) decided to start harassing him via email at work. Chris was just fed up with it all and went home early. Right at the end of the conversation, he dropped that he needed to talk to me and that it had to be a face-to-face conversation.

Of course, that's never a good sign when roommates say things like that. I was right. Chris hates Minnesota and hates the people here. He's severely homesick and has already decided that by the end of September he will be back in North Carolina. How this summmarizes for me: In 2.5 months, I have to find a roommate to move in and take over part of the expenses or I'll be moving to Alabama and living with my dad and step-mom for some time while I get my collective shit reset AGAIN. It has been a rough couple of months, but Chris and I had finally gotten the financial issues resolved and we are both on a budget that allows us to put money aside as well as making sure that all our bills are paid on time.

I totally understand where Chris is coming from and why he feels he needs to go back to North Carolina, but that doesn't make me feel any better knowing that it's taking my semi-settled life, putting it into a blender, and hitting the puree button.

I'm angry, depressed, and not liking life right now. I'm really starting to believe the adage: No good deed goes unpunished.