The universe is talking to me...

... it's telling me to go live in the new apartment, instead of staying at Mom & Dad's until Saturday while I get more stuff moved over there. Why do I think this? Because today was full of things that would have just gone better if I weren't living here... like the fact that Mom and Dad had no hot water this morning (hot water heater element fried out), and I ended up taking a shower over there anyway this morning. And not being about to get out the door without my uncle tweaking out about something or other (happened more than once, neither time of any real importance, just tweaking in general). Etc.

Saturday.... that's the end. That's my day to just be in my own space. Thank God.