Living with your sister means...
...not being able to take a shower in the middle of the night and just stepping out to drip-dry.
It also means smelling like a teabag because you didn't pack any of your own shampoo and had to use her gross rosehip and jojoba stuff. I would like to state for the record that I most certainly did not have the urge to herbal in the shower for another half an hour, nor was I magickally surrounded by a group of generically handsome men who had seemingly burst out of the walls in some queer boy-band take on the Kool-Aid man. I am a little let down, although I probably would have freaked if it actually happened. And now I want some Kool-Aid, too.
I'm sleep-deprived, haven't eaten much of anything and smell like a hippie's mom. Time to head out for the club.
Three jobs were applied for today, and another in a bar last night. Let's see what happens...