I'm getting an apartment tomorrow. I have no desire to do so, but my hand (as well as my butt) has been forced. My friend has company coming and the only other people to offer me a place... I can't stay with them.
I could freeze, but that goes the Uncle Damien route (maybe. The guy used to tell us how self-sacrificing he was, but I've talked to his kids and I'm not sure). I don't want to disappear in a cloud of rumor and disdain. Blech.
My place is on hold for me, I just need to go get the keys and move in. Wish I could remember what all else I'm doing today and tomorrow.
Friday: Date with Scone. I haven't forgotten that.
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Have you tried calling Kristi and Andy? Just for a day or two until I figure out a timeframe?
I didn't. I've almost forgotten that card was there. Not too late, though.
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