Dullest Knife in The Drawer

Bob seems to be awake (sort of) during the day lately. Probably because his unemployment checks are no longer coming in and he can't beg for money from his family in the middle of the night. He's still not doing anything except sitting on his ass in his room.

Bob hasn't spoken to me in over a year now. That's not unusual I haven't heard him say more than 2 complete sentences in the 4 1/2 years we've been living together. He talks to his family and has a couple people he talks to on the phone once in a while, but otherwise he doesn't talk to anybody. He seems to be in his own little dream world.

Our landlord lives right next door to us so she will be coming over reguarly for Bob's past rent I'm sure. She's very tight with money. Our next month's rent is due in a couple days. Thankfully, we both always pay seperately. Bob is still spaced out, sitting on his ass, not looking for a job. Eventually, he will either have to leave or will keep sitting here until he's evicted. Then I'll be stuck having to pay the full rent until I can find another roommate or I'll have to move also. I dread having to move again.