Hanna the Hobo.

I said earlier that I'll soon be 'homeless' ... and somehow in the past few hours, I became homeless-er.

My roommate apparently has to be out of her house (where I was planning on living after moving out of here and until our move-in date) earlier now than what we discussed with our landlord, so I'm truly in purgatory right now. As if I needed my nose rubbed in the fact any more.

Don't know where I'll be staying and don't know where I'll put my stuff. That 'knapsack' aforementioned was a metaphorical one ... 'stuff' actually refers to my bed (and includes the frame, mattress and box spring), my furniture (a storage bench, desk with swivel-y chair, dresser, two night stands, a TV and its stand), and 20 or so boxes containing everything else I own. Even if my parents did put me up in a hotel--an idea they threw out there when I told them the house I'd be staying in between moves may or may not have cable and electric--there's still the issue of where to put the 'stuff.'

I really need some good news. Sooner rather than later is preferable. I need something to make me feel like all this logistical crap is worth suffering through.

Hey, you ... light at the end of the tunnel. Shine brighter, please.