House sitting (yes, yes, that again).
I'm here (er...there...). Anyway...
It's super weird. It's my house, but it's not my house. Familiar and foreign.
He left it a total disaster.
He kept pictures of me on the laptop.
He rearranged furniture.
He apparently spent a lot of time downloading um...the type of stuff a lonely guy might download...
It was a total accident coming across all that. I had thought that if he'd left all my pictures on here, then I'd still have some I'd downloaded for CC avatar use on here somewhere. Those were gone, but in the folder I thought I'd left them in were twenty or so videos with um...."interesting"...titles.
It made me laugh, but then I guess it's not really funny. It is, and isn't. If that folder had been a room, I'd have done the slow backing away and quietly closing the door thing. It's a little less dramatic to just close out of it. Although, you know, effective.
One day down. Tomorrow maybe I'll find my old spray paint and graffiti his car.
...just kidding...I don't have enough paint left for that....