i just had a panicked phone message from e., whose apartment deal here in chicago fell through at the last minute and can he stay with me for a week or so until he finds a new place and he has no where else to go and oh shit.
i don't really want him here under our present circumstances but to say no seems petty and mean. so i said yes. but i told him he has to be out by the second week in september.
jesus h. christ on a stick. could this week get any weirder?