My room is uprooted and I'm a total douche
All summer I've been sleeping in a bed, using a desk, keeping my clothes in drawers, that belong to the girl who actually lives here, but is gone for the summer. I knew she would be coming to get her furniture, and sure enough, last week she called me and said she'd be by about 9 on Sunday. Sunday morning, I'm still asleep at Lynn's when I get a phone call, change in plans, she'd be by at around 10:30 or 11. It suddenly occurred to me she didn't mean 9 P.M. I rush back to my house at 11, and sure enough, she's moved all of her furniture out to a Uhaul that's sitting in the driveway. She had neatly stacked all my stuff along the walls of the room. So now I'm sitting on my floor, my clothes are in a jumbled mess in a box, and I REALLY don't want to go to work today. I did make really good banana chocolate chip bread though. I really think the only thing left to do is steal a car and drive to San Diego. I'm finally supposed to get paid this week. What else can I do?