We almost had a tragedy this morning. Fire. Turning on the wrong burner almost had huge repercussions. We caught two oven mitts and a roll of parchment paper on fire. I woke up to the sounds of the fire alarm blaring. No worries, we got it out before it caught anything else on fire but our apartment smells like burnt plastic. Good thing we have to be out by next weekend.

Speaking of, I am the only one of three roommates who is currently employed. Our third roommate lost her job yesterday. Both roommates have jobs secured in massage therapy but cannot begin until the appropriate paperwork comes from the state. Not very excited about the prospect of possibly not getting this house because of that. We will be homeless if we don't figure something out. Not a good time to be unemployed.