So, yesterday was pretty solidly the worst day of the year.
My mother went on vacation for four days on Wednesday, and was scheduled to come back on Sunday. She called last night and said she didn’t have any intention of coming home.
That leaves me, my sister, and my nephew with an apartment we can’t afford and no way to pay the rent this month. Out-motherfucking-standing. Best day of my life, right there.
***Advice: Don’t share an apartment with unreliable family members, people, even if they’re your mother. ~_~***
So, after many shouting matches, tears, and urges to break things, I’m looking for a home for my Jack Russell and moving to Florida to stay with my father until I get on my feet. It’s a shitty situation, since I pretty much hate Florida, and I really love my dog, but life goes on, I suppose.
This is my last night off before I start packing the few things I can take with me, schedule a UPS pick up, and try to find a ride to the airport next week. I know my blog has been suffering anyway, but… just a little longer and I’ll be back.