So: My genius former housemate seems to have decided to leave a smoldering cigarette/mary j or God knows what in his room. When I first smelled it, I was so accustomed to the scents I reckoned they were smoking.
Then the smoke. All over. I found myself jumping through flames with one of my cat (the other was saved by the firemen). My place is ruined. Luckily, I seem to have mostly just lost clothes and an assortment of papers (which will be a major pain to reacquire ... warranties and other important documents). I say in a hospital bed for several hours hooked up to this, that, and the other. I'm apparently ok.
Just really fucking pissed. How do you reconcile others stupidity? I'm going back to law school. It's not like I can beat his ass. Ugh, this is such a set back in terms of stuff I was making progress on. Sites, my writings, the room, the wine cellar. All gone or on hold. I am glad to be alive. I was drifting off to sleep. It looks like I'll have to move at least temporarily (and probably for good).
Grrrrr.
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