What a month. Unemployed, scrambling to look for work. -_-

Tired. Some positives, but all abstract momentary amusement, nothing concrete enough to build a life off of.

My roommate went to Las Vegas to visit with his family. He'd been complaining about headaches (a migraine, really) all week, and when he got to Vegas, he went to the hospital there. He's currently in an induced coma as of last night (Sunday). As it turns out, they discovered a tumor in his brain.

I don't know much more than that right now, and they need a week to find out if it's malignant or benign. When his parents called to talk to me, they asked if the rent was paid. I told them Sterling (the roommate in question) had told me it was.

An hour later, after I'd explained to the gaming group we're part of what had happened (I also need to get in touch with Sterling's girlfriend in Australia and let her know -_-), I got served a pay-or-move-out notice.

So I've got until tomorrow to come up with $1.3k.

Last night, being the responsible person that I was, I got Peter and David together and we played a drinking game. Whenever we saw a glass, we'd drink from it.

I'm not quite sure how the evening ended. It seemed to go well enough. The morning's hangover was unwelcome, but deserved. Then I spent some time talking to my mother at her house.

After I got home, I checked with the landlord to see if there'd been some kind of miscommunication about the rent.

There hasn't.

Still trying to get a job, but....

...now what?