Because of the car and the computer we fell behind in our rent. Further behind. Like two and a half months late. We don’t have any money in savings because Glenn spent it all. We can’t borrow any more money from the credit union because Glenn is already maxxed out (because he keeps taking money from our savings). So we can’t make a dent until we get our taxes. Glenn said he spoke with our landlord about this and he’s cool about it, yet the past due notice I found in our mailbox seems to speak differently.

Yesterday the landlord popped up to announce he’s going to have the exterminators in on Friday to take care of the roaches. He ever so nicely pointed out that he thinks we are the reason why the infestation is so bad (despite the fact that it was WE who told him that if he didn’t get on the ball he would end up with an infestation this bad), and dropped such phrases as “your lease is up in a few months, isn’t it?”, “wouldn’t you like to live someplace nicer?” and “your apartment is the only one that hasn’t been remodeled, but I can’t do it while you’re still here.”

It goes without saying that I didn’t sleep well last night, spending most of the time either crying or shivering from stress.

Fuck.