Crap on toast with a side order of "oh shit."

As if I wasn't stressed out and depressed enough by not having enough money to pay rent yet....

Now the fun new wrinkle is that my landlady has decided to sell the house. She said she just can't keep up with it any more. She said, "and so I need some things from you" at which point I said, "Can I please call you back? I just don't think I can deal with this right now." Which means that she wants me to totally clean this place up so she can show it. And then she'll sell it and someone else will want it and I'll have to move somewhere.

This is not the news I needed right now. I don't fucking have time to clean and organize this place. To say that I'm shocked and devastated doesn't begin to cover it.

I have no fucking clue what I'm going to do.