with bombs whistling

Well, that's it. My roommate and I are done. I don't appreciate being screamed at and she doesn't appreciate anyone who can't follow her rules slavishly. I'm thinking of trying to move my move-out date from June to spring break (there's no way that I can both teach and move, not with my sixty-hour weeks). Right now, I'm too mad, but later I'll be sad, because I can't think of her as a friend now, and I don't think I will able to do so again.

*sighs* Bad fucking timing for this, though it's been a long time coming. Why life so hard, people?