Okay, the bad news: I am in hell.
The good news: I’m not going to write about it in detail on this blog, basically because it bums everyone out and my friends are tired of hearing about it. And I’m tired of talking about it. It’s wrecked me creatively – on Tuesday night I was determined to draw a new Salient cartoon for the Wednesday deadline. I came home, read another batshit crazy e-mail, and ended up staring at a blank piece of paper until 4am, when I gave up and went to bed.
Which.
Fuckin’.
Sucks.
This evening, just as I was writing a carefully-worded eviction notice, my Japanese flatmate (who has been a particular target of spite and malice) found an unwrapped condom stuffed under her bedroom door*. That is to say, she found one, and then a while later, she found another one.
I remember that I used to be sympathetic, and I felt bad about the steps I was having to take, but you know what? Now, I don’t feel so guilty. This flat has to endure two more weeks of fuckwittery and paranoia and stalling and batshit craziness, and then it’s over. I’ll probably just do graphic novel reviews until then.
We found a great new flatmate today, by the way. I hope she survives.
