Have I mentioned how much I love my job? They gave me beer! I'm having a blast! The big topic today: what was up with Gwyneth Paltrow's hair, makeup and outfit last night?

In other news, the hunt for an apartment resumes. I'm going to have to find myself a new roommate, since I can't really afford to live on my own. As much as I thought the single I just came from was cool, I can't afford it. So I basically need to go around looking for telltale signs of instability from potential roomies, since I can't afford to move again after the next place either.

And yes, it's official that my current roommate has emotional problems. I wasn't kidding or exaggerating for comedic effect. I found fliers in the dining room from a self-help mental therapy group -- his weekly meetings he goes to in order to "better himself." Apparently, bettering himself means getting rid of his high anxiety, feelings that events are constantly spinning out of control, depression, violent mood swings, insomnia and other assorted emotional difficulties. At least that's what the flier advertises. I don't think the self-help groups are doing the job though.