Still Not Having Any Fun

If reading Sedaris can't cheer you up you know you are in real trouble. How's this for a kick in the ass? My mother, who is also currently my landlord, has given me six months. I'm not quite sure how to interpret this as she is the top contender for Passive Agressive Parent of the Decade; but I am currently reading it as a veiled eviction notice. And so I am packing up odds and ends that I thought I couldn't live without and am moving them one by one to the backseat of my car. Then to my sister's basement. At least my belongings will have a place to stay. What will living in my car in the middle of January be like I wonder? Any thoughts?