Temporarily, at least. I will be crashing with E and our friend D for the month of August (unless I find a place sooner). They’re house sitting for a professor, and there is very little room for my belongings - basically I am going to live out of whatever I can fit in suitcases, and if nothing else I can store stuff in my car like a transient.

My cat is going to stay with Sarah for a month. Thank you thank you thank you Sarah, I owe you 1.5 billion egg rolls and as much beer as you can stand!

My stuff I will try to cram over at Krissy’s wherever it will fit. Also many thanks to you, I owe you booze and yarn!

Thanks to everybody who has come through to help me out: Nina, who has volunteered to be my moving helper this evening, my roommate, who is leaving sooner than expected (!) and who has talked me down from nervous breakdowns about five times over the past two days. It seems like this has been a stressful time for everybody, and my little “surprise 11 month lease” thing is really a bit of spilled milk compared to what some people are going through. Thanks and I love you all! When I have my own place (hopefully soon) I’ll throw a big ol’ thank you shindig.

Both my roommate and I graduated with degrees in English, cum laude. My roommate has been accepted by Stanford University’s renowned graduate English program. We are both generally pretty good at reading. This is why I have yet go get over the sheer irony of the revelation, which happened yesterday, that we both fundamentally failed to correctly interpret our lease.

We were laboring (or, rather, not) under the impression that we had until the end of July to move out. In fact, we have just three days. (Four days was yesterday. Three today. Two tomorrow. Ahhhh!)

Panic, anyone?