Four days and counting....

All right, it's been a pathetically long time. To make a long story short, I'm back from Peru, worked about a month til I quit my job in a fury of rage, went to Vegas, was horribly ill in Vegas for 9 days, got back, went to the hospital, and discovered that as a lovely parting gift from Peru I've contracted amoebic dysentery. You should google it, really. These amoebic cysts house themselves in you large intestine and can stay there for up to a year. Then once they hatch, the amoebas start eating their way through your intestine, moving on to your liver and other organs. Well, I guess now you don't have to google it. So, I'm trying to beat a life-threatening tropical illness while counting down the 4 days until I absolutely, positively must move in to my apartment. Technically, I'm supposed to be moving in right now. Today. At this moment. But that's not going to happen. And don't even get me started on how I'll afford books, etc. now that I've quit my job. Pride's all well and good until you wind up on the street.