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(I started writing this post yesterday, but as you're about to read, I got a bit sidetracked.)

So, you may already know (if you know me or if I've mentioned it in the blog or if you're just exceptionally keen) that my "roommate" is actually my recently-ex'd boyfriend. Three weeks or so ago we broke up and although things ended poorly, I can't afford the full rent, so I told him that he could stay in the other room if he didn't want to move. I am emotionally mature enough that I can do this (read: basically pretend he doesn't exist). It's not difficult for me. But no, he said he would be moving to Austin instead, and that he'd be out by the 22nd. You may notice that it is past the 22nd of June. He is still here. He needs to not be here. I had initially not even wanted to show the apartment until he was gone. This would give me sufficient time to clean everything up to my standards (you know, normal people standards, not slobs).

So yesterday (the 23rd), he actually started packing up. He managed to go from zero to packed in about four hours, and I might add he was doing this all solo (aside from a bit of help separating out what was mine from his). He moved all of his stuff solo. Bed, recliner, etc. Why should I help? This is his fault and therefore his problem. Besides, I have to move all my my stuff (which had been populating our 'guest bedroom') into the master bedroom and then clean the entire fucking apartment from top to bottom. I mean, I already cleaned the main bathroom and the kitchen, but I have to clean the middle bedroom, the 1/2 bath, the kitchen needs to be refreshed and I have to clear all of my stuff out of the living room. I had some stuff on a desk in there, but a desk doesn't really belong in the dining room.

I have to say, I've got all my stuff in the master bedroom and I really like it. It's the largest room I've ever lived in, and there's plenty of space. I've got my bed, my dresser and my desk(s) -- it's two desks but one is stacked on the other to create a sort of 'hutch' effect -- and room leftover to spare. Waking up this morning in a clean, roomy bedroom was quite delightful. I also have two large windows overlooking our apartment's courtyard. Plenty of sunlight comes in through those windows (maybe even too much. I may have to invest in some curtains).

So tonight at 6 pm I have someone coming to look at the place which means that between 5pm when I get home and then I have to SERIOUSLY MOVE SOME SHIT because, fuck, there is a lot to do and only an hour to do it in. It's going to be a mad scramble. Then tomorrow at 5:30 I have another person coming to look, and finally on Sunday I've scheduled someone for 3 o'clock to come look it over. There was another girl who had expressed interest, but she's backed out, and there was a guy who said he was interested but I haven't heard back from him yet. Whoever shows up, I've gotta pick someone and quick.

Anyway, I'm a bit stressed out right now because work is crazier than normal, the classes I'm taking this summer are becoming overwhelming, I have friends coming to stay at my place this weekend and now no guest bedroom to put them in (well, the bedroom is there, but there's no bed), and I have three people coming to look at my apartment. I have GOT to get someone in there by July, paying the July rent solo, while feasible, would hurt me financially.

Wish me luck!