I woke up this morning to my mom yelling at me to go get my laundry out of the machine so she can do her laundry, then she starts bitching me out for "trashing" the house when she was gone for the week. I had 2 empty 40oz bottles and an empty 26er in my room, and there were a couple pop cans downstairs, far from my idea of trashed but w/e. After a long argument involving her trying to hit me and calling my old therapist who has a handy tactic of making you think everything is your fault, my mom decided I get to move out today and not come back. I'm packing my bag now and it looks like I'll be on the street for atleast the rest of the week. To make things even more interesting, I had to get blood work done last week because my white count was low at my last check up (for the new people, or those to cooked to remember: I had cancer last year) they need me to come up in two weeks to "talk" to me. I either am getting a few million dollars or I'm being told my cancer is probably back. Hospitals here don't usually hand out money, so I'm thinking it's the later. Anyways, I probably won't have access to a computer until I get to Toronto in a couple weeks, I'll try and post back, but I doubt I'll have the time. The city will always hold a place in my heart, and I will be back at some point in the future, but when I don't know.