Tuesday, August 05, 2003

 Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

It's MI-5 Tuesday, but I have to pick up the PoohRents at 9 PM (IF the weather doesn't screw me over and delay flights all along the East coast, which it has been known to do) so I won't be able to watch it.

The damn Roomie won't return my phone calls. We have to go sign the lease tomorrow, except I might not be able to get out of work to do it, and I found a nice-sounding apartment - excuse me, townhouse - on the website and the only time we can go see it is tonight. Before I rush home to go pick up the parents from the airport. And I need to call the guy back before someone else decides they might want it. The rooms are smaller than the other place, but in the nicer town, and with more parking, and really... I don't care about room size since I have no money to buy furniture. Grrr. Dammit. Where is the damn Roomie. DamnRoomie!!! I hate those artsy types who "have to rehearsal" and never check their messages. PickuppickuppickupPICKUP!!!

Sigh.

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