About twelve hours ago, I wrote a long, rambly post about my stank-ass credit rating.  When I tried to post it, my connection fritzed out and I lost the entire post.  I figure I saved the blogosphere (ew) about three pages of bullshit, thanks to that little technical glitch.

Tomorrow morning at 8 am, I start my career at the gas station.  I reckon that means I should rest up, for I have computer training modules to complete in the morning and cash register training in the afternoon.

I’ve gotten a few responses from potential roommates and am racing to get the house in order so I can show it.  And… hoping there won’t be a confrontation at the end of the month, when my brother and Hitler are planning to leave, per their amended plan.  It was amended when we “found” the money to pay our electric bill (“found”… at the pawn shop).