Well Fuck...
It seems I need to find a new place to live soon. Not because I caused damage to the house or because I am behind on my rent, or even because I had a particularly bad fight with my mom. No, I have to move out because I didn't mow the lawn with a broken mower (which I called in a favor to have it fixed so I COULD mow it today) but because I ate my lunch before mom could get home and MAKE me lunch, used all the shake and bake bags (but not all the shake and bake) making a previous meal for the both of us, and because as she was venting about all this I had the audacity to leave because I had to go to work early to cover shifts that others called off. Now mom is apparently working off another list of my transgressions (of which I am not privy to), but these are the straws that broke the camel's back. I have no idea how much longer I can expect to stay here, but however long it may be is garunteed to be not good times.