On the plus side, I got some Vicodin.
Vicodin is an awesome drug. When I had my car accident, it was the only thing that would take away my back pain. Nothing else would work. Plus that mild euphoria it gives you just makes the day that much better.
Here's a fucking frustrating story for you all: So my girlfriend and I had been planning on moving in together for half a year. Now, my lease is up in less than two weeks and we were about to sign on a house when her dad (who is Mexican and super traditional) told her he would disown her if she moved in with me before we were married. So she backed out. Which was fine, because I was just going to move in with my current roomate instead. Everything was hunky-dorie until I find out that my girlfriend, behind my back, found a house for herself, her friend, and MY ROOMATE to move into together that would be cheaper for all three of them. So ultimately, my roomate, who has to pay off school loans, naturally decided to move in with her. So now I have no roomate, and no place to move into, and now my dog and I will be effectively homeless as of less than two weeks from now.
The funny thing is, she does stuff like this all the time. If I didn't love her, I wouldn't still be with her. She is probably the most selfish person that I know. Anything that makes her life easier, or her bills cheaper, she'll do - even if it means fucking me over. So now I'll be forced to crash at her place until I can find my own. All of this is hugely frustrating because everything was set in stone until just a few days ago.