I mentioned earlier that I’ve been moving furniture and things around the house to make room for my new roomate. Yes, that’s right, a roomate. I swore off them entirely after I moved in with Satan and his demon spawn, but this isn’t just any roomate. It’s Shmandapants! After some slight complication over the weekend involving her current living situation and showed up saying she’d had a bad day, and I told her welcome home. I am very confident that this can work because in both instances where my roomates turned to shit it was all Paul’s fault. Yes, I’m pointing the finger at him.