Six more months…I have to keep reminding myself of that. Six more months until our lease is up. Six more months until Bob and I move into our own place. Six more months until we are out of the [in]direct line of fucking D!R!A!M!A! from an obnoxious, defiant teenager insistent on skipping school (or trying to) at least once a week by faking sick for one bullshit reason or another. Six more months.