The roomate is a whole nother problem. Old guy is getting senile kinda. Already knew he's a chronic shit talker saying stuff about everyone behind their back at work/home. Lies about silly shit like extra hours at work due to short staffing he puts on facebook as being flood related. Lies about smoking in the house here and there. Us living toghether was kinda a thing of financial convenience. And unless I try finding another roomate (never gone well if it isn't a friend) I'm kinda stuck. Currently having some fights over utilities too because he thinks with our ancient washer/dryer and ac for a much larger area exposed to more sun, that his utilities should still be the same as in the "green LEED" certified apartment. Thinks my aquariums somehow pulls 80% of it when I'm running the same equipment as when our bill was much lower at the apt. (This also the guy who runs the washer with like 6 peices of clothing, does nothing but watch golf for 8 hours, and thinks a 1/4 hp sump pump somehow would be 2 watts.....)