The morning started off a bit rough as a co-worker was telling me about some broken tables that I should have been aware of. Yesterday, I was asked to do some setting up in the auditorium. I said I would but then it was decided that the co-worker and someone else did it because a class was going to start earlier than the time I would normally get in. I really wanted to do it. If I had done it myself, that grief would have been spared.

The day got better after that, except that it was very slow. Nothing much after work. As of now, I am feeling better about living at my place. But I feel like I can't let that fool me because it's nice where I am at this time of year. When it warms up, then Hell is going to break loose. And I get the feeling it's going to be a very bad time coming up. I hope to be out of my place by then.