Well, Jeff and I got a house together. It's the same house I was talking about in my previous entry. $700 a month with nothing down and no pet deposit. For the past week or so we've been doing nothing but cleaning out the house and physically cleaning the house. We've had to redo the entire bathroom almost. The guy left the new jacuzzi tub in the garage and left the old one in the bathroom so we're having to spend money and time replacing the damn tub. I've been pulling out numerous hairs desperately trying to get all of our utilities turn on the right way. Which, by the way, I slept through the phone call that told me to be at the new house for the "gas man" to turn on the gas this morning which really fucking sucked because now everyone's yelling at me pretty much telling me it was my fault. The fucking idiots at the gas company should give you a set time to be there for the "gas man" instead of just telling you "Oh, he'll be there between 8 and 5." No shit, Sherlock fucking Holmes. That's a normal working day you dumb fuck. Anyway. I'm a little "t"ed off right now. All Jeff ever does is yell at me, anyway. I should be used to it by now. All I've been doing is fucking working. Almost every goddamn day I have to work a 10 hour shift. A closing shift at that. It's really beginning to get old and I'm fucking tired. Hence me saying "I slept through the phone call..". This is fucking bullshit. You're supposed to have a weekend off every once in a while and not once have I had a weekend off since graduation. I have so much shit going on right now and it's driving me fucking insane. Trying to deal with this house and working 10, 11 hour shifts for days in a row. I'm tired and I hardly have time to take care of myself and do the normal things you're supposed to do like eat a decent meal. It's bullshit. But I guess this is reality. I guess this is what the real world is all about. Oh well. I wanted it this way and I got what I wanted. Now I have to deal with it. Not mentioning what happened to my car within the past week or two. My hood flying off and my transmission giving out. Now my goddamn car just looks like a piece-of-shit hoop-d. It used to look like a classic car. Now it looks like my goddamn Saturn. Instead the hood's purple this time. Ugh. I need a beer. We may be throwing a house-warming party sometime next weekend after we're all settled in. I'll let everyone know ahead of time when and how to get to the house. I'm just trying to keep my fingers crossed for now.