Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

I don't even know if I should be saying what I want to say. I have this sinking feeling that this whole "higher education" thing is about to fall through the floor. I've been sitting here in this cafe, staring at the screen, the cursor flashing at me. Mocking me. I can't go home. I shouldn't go home, anyway. I will. I need to grab some things.

This is totally unrelated to the squirrel in a wetsuit thing. I wish it was related. Wouldn't that be badass? "I had to leave home because a ninja squirrel in a wetsuit armored with rancid meat has been living in my oven, and now he's taken over." Yeah. Right. Then again, after the last 24 hours? Not so unlikely. What the hell is wrong with this city?

Things I was not expecting:

* A crazy chick to show up at the door.
* Her conspiracy theory to be right.
* To actually care.

Guess it really was too good to be true.

Commencing hella crazy plan... nnnnnow.

I broke the dishwasher. And the oven's giving off some funky kind of smell when you turn it on. It's kind of like if a squirrel was wearing a wetsuit stuffed with rancid meat. So, uh, that's interesting. Guess it's a life of microwave dinners and sandwiches for me.

Them's the breaks, kids.

Note to Fridge: Please don't break, kthx.

Pseudo-Dad left this morning.  I don't know how long he's gone or where he'll be.  What a freak show.  He thinks he's some kind of danger to society.  I'm not sure he really sees the irony in that, but it's fantastic.  He's gone, trying to fix himself or something.

He left money.

He also left the apartment in my hands.

Has this guy ever met a college kid before?