Woohoo (sarcasm)! more bad news!

The other day, my dad got a notice from the sheriff (I guess sheriff’s do these things now) that we’re getting evicted. I don’t know if we’ve been evicted before, and I didn’t know about it… but if we don’t get caught up on rent (which is like $800-$900 or something), they’re going to throw our stuff out into the street at 10:45am monday morning. Of course, my dad HAS to tell me five minutes before I get to work so that I can’t concentrate on anything. He knows how much I worry.

Well, I could be homeless on Monday… so if you don’t see me for a while…

Why do these things happen to me?