vent

Feeling down again. Yeah, "hate" is a bad word. I just don't feel like typing "despise".

I hate being woken up at 12:30am by rats having a grand old time.

I hate that we don't have much of a choice but to try to stay here.

I hate it that we won't be able to find a home as close as this to Jon's work; and, even if we can, it will most likely be way out of our price range and/or have major lead issues due to age.

I hate not being able to bring in my cat (Leia, Manhattan's still missing) to take care of the rats, because it would mean paying them $500 just for the right.

I hate renting.

I hate that we can't buy a house; doing so would likely mean locking Jon into a dead-end job and our children going to substandard schools.

I really, really just don't like this. To be realistic, if the management hasn't taken care of the rat issue at this point, they're not going to. I hate this.