Surprisingly

My landlord brought the oven then asked me if I knew what a hoarder was because he thinks I am one. How about you just put my fucking stove into it's cubby hole and get the hell out? Stuff wouldn't have been in front of the door in your way if a) you FIXED the door since it takes huge effort to open the broken assed thing b) TOLD Me you were coming today so I could have been sure to clear it you twit. I get that life isn't what you want it to be but I'm one of the ONLY people here who pays you every month. It's not like there are roaches everywhere. The stuff in the other room on the floor are books, shit I have to grade and Christmas gifts so bite me.

At least I got a new stove and am wondering if I can find another place if I stick around here but I'd have the same issues in any apartment and renting a house is so expensive and the houses so bad.

Naturally the local computer place isn't open on a sunday. I'll call tomorrow.

I did clean up some of the living room (which is admittedly tatty) and graded papers. How do you turn in a term paper worth 30% of your grade and NOT spellcheck it? Assymetry. Love it.