Summer's beginning to give up the fight

Okay, so my friends need to stop having housing anxieties. I woke up with a violent start this morning at quarter to six convinced that I had to move this week and what was I going to tell poor Leigh Ann who had nobody to move in with her and I had to start packing and... something else that I no longer remember, 18 hours later.
I get to sell Megs a petticoat tomorrow, so I'd better get to sleep.