Help...
Murray and I went to look at the Kincaid place today. He's my witness. I took some pictures with the digicam; nothing as serious as last week but still bad. House smelled strongly of weed and had to air it out. There was a paper grocery bag on the living room floor, the bottom of it filled 3 inches deep with some dried leafy substance resembling but not smelling of or clumping like pot. I can't imagine what it is.

Kitchen was a mess, more beer- bottles this time. Food everywhere, counters, walls, floor dirtied. Tyler's open bedroom had been used for a weed-smoking room. I noiced that they had removed the two kitchen chairs from my room and placed them in here to accompany the beer bottles and weed on the floor. I also noted that the slipcover I was using on my red beanbag was in this room. The beanbag was nowhere to be found... not in my room; not in their rooms; not in the house; not in the shed. What the fuck? They're taking my property now??!?! Not like I have huge sentimental value attached to my $7 beanbag from goodwill but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST have some RESPECT!!!! GRRRrrrrRRRrrgh....

*deep breath* So Murray and I took some samples of the EtOH for Staze, Justin, and a constant. I dunno if I'll even get around to using them. Maybe just to pour some into their milk and watch them try to lead life after their optic nerves have dissolved. DON'T TOUCH MY STUFF!!! I'm lucky I didn't leave anything of value there. Reilly came home while Murray and I were in the kitchen. He was riding Kim's bike, which she had left there (in the locked shed) with the intention to pick it up later. He said, stupidly, "whose bike is this?" I said "Kim's, and she wants it back." (Kim's lease was just now taken over by August) So he left it, a nice mountain bike with shocks, outside the shed and unlocked. I notified Reilly that people were coming to see the house and asked if it was alright if I tidy up the kitchen. He said "no" because why would we want to give them the wrong idea... wasn't it just better if we left things the way we were? Even though Murray was there to back me, he was being extremely standoffish and confrontational so I just backed off. The couple I showed the house to found it laughable, I'm sure.

I told the Beesons about the new situation, specifically that my things were used, missing, and misplaced and they recommend I remove my belongings from the property immediately. I panicked a bit and said more than I probably should have. They called me back and proposed a deal. They want me to pay next month's rent minus cat deposit ($100) and leave them last month's rent and all other deposits. I can't remember if deposits amount to $200 or $400 but either way that's more than I want to pay for how badly this situation has escalated.

I am so tired and drained. I do have an appointment with Legal Services tomorrow morning. Hopefully they'll be able to help. I didn't accept the Beesons' offer and I won't accept anything until I have it in writing. At least my dad was nice enough to offer me cash if I needed it.

I think my cat is going insane... he keeps running around and chirruping, running up the walls almost. I think I know how he feels. Kill me now.