The Hits Just Keep On Coming.

Speaking of the death of the middle class, I just found out the Fabulously Gay Roommate was laid off Tuesday. Okay I'm somewhat disturbed he didn't mention it until today. Actually I asked him if he had today off and then he explained he was laid off.

Ummm...perhaps we don't communicate as well as I hope. Granted I didn't even get home until very late on Tuesday, but he could have mentioned it on Wednesday.

Is there some cosmic force that allows only one person who lives here to be employed at a time?