Okay, so going from living alone to living with six other people (soon to be eight semi-permanent residents and one family of four visiting) has been accomplished, but not without some stumbling blocks. One housemate is a piece of work in the sense that my sister is a piece of work, and if you have ever heard me talk about my sister, you know how much work that is.

I have been fantastically busy of late between applying for and interviewing for jobs, watching the aforementioned housemate's child (part of why she, the housemate, is a piece of work), and being *gasp* social. I hope to have a job by the end of the week.

I'm tired, I'm cranky, and I need to do laundry.

Oh, and the fabulous little Saturn?  It's dying.  As it turns out, the A/C does not work, and there's really no chance of fixing it because the underside is so rusted.  The mechanic I took it to down here said that it's so bad that if he had been consulted prior to purchase, he would have advised against it.  *heavy sigh*