The Illuminated Donkey

Oh, in case you're wondering, the search for a new place to live: going slow and crappy. I've looked at a number of places, both share situations and solo one-bedrooms, and I've discovered that lots of folks pay a whole lot of money to live in ratholes. And not just ratholes; ratholes without a washing machine or air conditioning. I'm looking at another place tomorrow, and hopefully it won't make me imagine endless nights in my dingy rathole, staring out the window at the adjacent rathole-packed building a few feet away, trying to work up the energy to slash my wrists.

God, I hate moving.