May. 22nd, 2003

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My mp3 player seems to be bouncing between Tori and David Byrne, which amuses me greatly. And some Silverman, but when it falls on David Byrne, it stays there.

The back room drained out, but is still soggy. They want to remove the carpet, but I don't think I can move the filing cabinet alnoe. In the meantime, it smells musty now, and feels like a dirty sauna. It's humid, and makes me feel dirty. Comtaminated, really. I have to breathe this shit into my stil not overly recovered lungs. (Pneumonia is bad, bronchitis is worse. Even after you're over it the cough never leaves. Though some of that appears to be due to quitting smoking as well.) Today's plans appear to focus around sewing and moving stuff, and calling people back about houses. When Remy gets home I think I'll ask him to cal his parents as a fall back measure, so we have a place to go when we leave here. First I have to call the people that recharge the phone cards, though....

And no one was there. So I left messages. Three of them really, but that's how many people called us. And there are two applications that should be making their way towards us in time. I want a home. With a bath tub, and not in the basement.

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