Just got through talking to Mike. He talked to Park Merced and got them to drop our rent back to what it is currently for the next year. Except that I HAVE to drop my rent down $200; I can’t afford to pay $925/month anymore. And he is not willing to cover the difference. He wanted to get a third roommate and give them the living room, but I don’t want to do that. Neither of us want to share a room with anyone, so that idea is out the window. **sigh** I’m making this move easy for him, but it’s going to be a pain in the ass for me cause I have to juggle moving here, moving at work, and inventory at work. And then, just now he realizes that he is going to have to pay $400 more for rent next month. He was saying that he would pay my $925 rent and I would pay the $725 that he is paying. He didn’t realize that our rent would go up an extra $200 though, so he would be paying $400. I been telling him this for the last 3 months and he’s been saying that he understood, but he really didn’t, which in the back of my mind I figured he didn’t. Still, this is going to fuck up my plans. I wanted to go and see my family the first week of July, but I know that we are not going to move out until July or even August, regardless of what Mike says. **sigh** I need to find a new job. Wonder if I should find a new roommate too?
Anyway, I have a full weekend planned, so I am not going to worry about it. I should be worrying about it, but I’m not. I’m not going to imagine myself living out of my car, with all of my belonging locked up in a storage place. I’m going to think about the laundry that I have to do. And I’m going to think about the drive to Vacaville to see April and DeeDee. I’m going to think about seeing April’s sister performance in Sac. I’m going to think about hanging out with friends. I’m going to think about maybe welcoming the birth of Marco Adams into the world. Not going to think about the dishes that Mike still hasn’t done yet.
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