Smallhouse Log

Tuesday

"It's too close for comfort, this heat has got right out of hand."

So, moved out today. I cleaned the apartment as best I was able with the materials at hand, and left most of my condiments for Jerett, along with my trash bins and the cutting board and wooden spoon he destroyed. I'm not too sure about the pasta pot, either, but I packed it anyway. He seems to have cooked and drained some kind of meat in it; who does that, cooks meat in a saucepan? But enough complaining about roommates.

Psyche. Brian's holding my mail hostage, and there's a letter in there I'm a little anxious to get my hands on. Also he allowed the cat to get an eye infection, and now she's not eating? A terrible thing.

But I haven't gotten over that Lab Skuule schedule yet, so it's time for sleepin's. Goodnight.

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