my psycho housemate from hell has left for thailand for two weeks *deep-sigh-of-relief-and-poking-of-tummy-flab-back-out*.
obviously i still have to find somewhere else, but this means i can celebrate my birthday in peace, and use the time wisely to find somewhere else, find a new job, get my tafe shit together etc etc....

and not hide at my boyfriends house every moment i'm not working...

sort and pack my room...

de-neglect my cat (he is well fed and watered but has had waaay less cuddle time lately).

the house is so quiet... it's strange... almost creepy...