What an interesting day. I woke up and my roommate Yvette, and her two little dogs that I have grown to love a lot, have moved out. Shelby, who holds the key to her bedroom, will be by tomorrow, but I suspect it's empty.

I'm really sad about the way this whole thing has ended. I thought we had a friendship going in the early days, but it evolved into frustration with each other. I spoke unkindly about her in a recent post, saying I didn't like or respect her, but I was angry and that is untrue. I'm sorry.

I really miss her little dogs, and I wish her well as she moves on.