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Today is pretty crappy too | May 06th 2008

I did get to sleep in today, which was nice. But that is about it.

I woke up to a call from the apartments we’re looking at, and apparently we make 10k more than the minimum to qualify for a tax rebate apartment. This is after 3 weeks of being dicked around with of having to fill out every stupid form you can imagine. And their next  open NON tax rebate apartment is available for move in during the second week of june.

Our move out date is May 30th.

Dave’s seminar is the first week of june.

I’m trying to get us a god damn place to live, but no one is returning my calls, it looks like we might have to apply at this other place, which had nice management and was clean, but is smaller than where we live now.

we were also looking at houses for rent, but the fucking realtor hasn’t returned my call. I called at 930a and its now 315p. pisses me off and stresses me out. I wanted to go look at the houses TODAY as it is my day off. But that seems to be not possible. I’m sure she’s already left for the day.

I’ve done what I can, but I guess I’ll have to look at some other places and try to throw something together.

I’m super stressed about this. Seriously, you don’t know, I think I’m going to implode from my stress. I haven’t eaten anything all day, and I’m starving, but the thought of food makes me feel nauseaous. I haven’t even taken my vitamin.

And then Dave calls and says something about our friend, Nick, being involved in some kind of accident and is in the hospital and I dunno, that’s all he said. Never called me back with more info.

And I didn’t send him a text until 130p asking about lunch since he had a final and I didn’t know how long it would take and I didn’t want to interupt him and get him in trouble.

he already ate and didn’t call me or anything, I thought he was gonna. I’m sad about that, i was looking foward to going to sukkothai.

I guess today could be worse, but I feel pretty crappy. I guess I’ll think about eating. I dunno what, all our dry goods and cookware are packed. Fucikng parents. I dunno what we’re gonna do about food now, I thought we’d be moving in to the new place in a week.

gods I’m so stressed.


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