Aug 16, 2011 11:44
So my tenants robbed me of a number of my electronics and broke some stuff (including punching a hole through one of the doors). I wish I had gone with my gut on this one and stuck with not letting them stay there. It's not like I ever saw a penny of rent. I'm only half an idiot, at least, and I reported it to the police and started the renter's insurance claims process. Still, I hate this.
Between how my last memory of this place was my cat dying (the blood and such on the sheets still makes me feel all kinds of bad whenever I think about it too much), and coming back to find that I've been stolen from, I kind of want to go somewhere else and start over. Maybe to a new apartment, maybe to a new place. Everything here feels unpleasant and tainted in a way... conflict, loss, stress, all that. If it weren't for one more year of law school, I probably would be considering absconding to Seattle right now.
At least I finished my paper last night. I can't sleep now, though. Maybe I should leave the house. I probably shouldn't go talk to Borenstein about helping to investigate the JRC in my current state, but... I don't know, maybe I could ask the Registrar for advice on a couple of things schedule-wise. I'm thinking of changing some things up, after all.
So much for coming home to relax.
me being stupid,
robbed,
fuck my life