The world is full of shifty-eyed, evasive, mouth breathing, annoying phone-call making, appointment-flaking, high maintenance, low tolerance, joke-not-getting, grating-voice-having cretins and apparently they all want to live in my apartment.

Maybe it's not them. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm simply past the time of my life when it is fun - or at least not excruciatingly unfun- to share a cheap apartment with two virtual strangers.

In any case - I feel confident that when Sartre observed, "Hell is other people" he was probably trying to find someone to pay 1/3 of his rent.