Okay, update time. In short:
Had to leave the room because the guy I was splitting it with found out he has cancer, freaked out and quit his job. I ran out of money pretty damned quick. Slept in my old spot (don't remember if I mentioned it earlier but it's an unlocked State car in the Hartford Superior Court underground parking garage. Ballsy as shit, right?) for a week or two. Then I met this guy on the street and we became fast friends. Stayed with him for most of December. Thorsday, I'm out on my ass again. Landlady showed up with a box truck and a Marshall. Apparently the laws dealing with eviction and veterans actually just streamline the process. So now I'm back to "living" in the parking garage.