Actually, it began yesterday, and if you want to get technical, it began last weekend, but I’m really getting antsy now. Four more days (03 October) until Dog Boy comes to take Stinky Peterson to TX now that she’s finally got fired (surprised they kept her on as long as they did–asking for lawsuits to have an imbalanced psychotropic soup responsible for the Future Criminals of America). It’ll be a huge pain in the arse to make up the rent money, but I don’t care what I have to do. If I have to get a real job, I’ll do it gladly, just to be rid of the revolting miasma that emanates from that room every time the door is opened (and through the vent in the living room even when its not) and to have the ability to actually be ALONE in my own house once in a while.