I had another blowup with the roommate this morning. It's a long story that I'd rather not get into at this particular moment, and it's also a matter of how he reacted to it that got to me. So I've decided to find another place to live.

The guy's got problems. Serious emotional problems. And I just can't deal with them anymore. Home is supposed to be a sanctuary for me, and while the apartment itself is in a great location and I love the amount of space I have and the conveniences, the stresses of living here are just too much. Thankfully, I have a bit of time and I'm not crunched as much or under as much pressure to find a place quickly as I was last time.

Ugh. I'm really not looking forward to this. Three moves (including one across the country) over the space of two months was a bit much, I was seriously hoping to be able to put down roots and not have to worry about moving again for a while. Four moves in three months is more than a bit much, but it's got to be done before I either go insane or this guy goes completely psycho on me.