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OMGs! The s*** is going to hit the fan here tonight! I'm sooooooo over the condition of my spare room with James in it! I went to get his bedding out of the closet, because he hasn't bothered to wash it since he's been here only to find a chunk of foam lying on the floor---a chunk of foam ripped out of the foam mattress pad I paid $65 for. There is loose tobacco all over the tables. My new sofa bed is torn. The monitor and sound system was left on *again*. My electric bill has jumped a third since he's been here. Not once in the weeks since he's been here has he even bothered to ask if he could help, oh, maybe set the table or load the dishwasher or wipe down the bathroom that only he uses or vacuum the room that he is trashing. And on the weekends when he's supposed to be working on getting his truck running he's sleeping half the day and blowing off the other half. His truck only got worked on at all this past weekend, because Paul went to Ferndale to do the tune up on my truck and help James with *his* truck. And Paul did most of that work. I. Am. Ready. To. Explode!