Awake awake awake

Grr, the only problem with having a lull in work where you can spend a good portion of the evening doing whatever means that you're not nearly exhausted enough to fall asleep. That's me, awake as all get-out.

I keep gnawing the inside of my cheek over my housing situation. I have really come to a point where I think I need to live on my own for awhile. Maybe there are issues my roommate and I share, but alot of my unhappiness is just due to coming home and having to deal with ANYONE. Stupid things like having to share kitchenspace or who gets to use the TV. Getting deadbolted out some nights. Having to freaking *announce* I'm taking a shower or get asked if it's ok if the other person does. This is my blogger confession: I am accumulating irrational intolerances like this. At my house, man, it was survival of the fittest and swiftest to the bathroom on THAT account.

Anyway. Having looked at the classifieds it seemed like there ought to be plenty of ladies who needed a room in Madison--and damnit we have a fantastic location and an awesome kitchen here. I figured, hey, all I need to do is make the big jump and start e-mailing them, and one or two are bound to reply.

So far, I have gotten one person who appeared to be working 3 jobs and didn't really speak english, and one *possible* lead who just e-mailed today. And already the plum apartment I had my eye on (all utilities paid for, perfect location nearby, and a 1bdrm instead of studio) got swooped up.

On the plus side, it will save me money not to move until after the holiday season and tax returns. Also the dreaded issue of packing. . . . However, I just really want to live on my own. Sometimes it seems more complicated than that, but honestly I think that's what it all boils down to. Maybe I'm not the considerate person I thought I was. I'm not interested in making joint decisions on crackers and garbage bags. I just don't want to have to debate my after-work lifestyle based on how it might effect my roommate. And nobody is making me do that but me. I'm not so sure I'm inconsiderate so much as I agonize over how to be most considerate, and end up driving MYSELF crazy. Maybe they should get my cave up on some mountain pass warmed up and aired out for me. Bleh.