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We are not particularly surprised.

Ah, yes. I'd almost forgotten what I did Sunday, but I remember now. I had breakfast at the Crest with my good buddy Jean, who would kinda like to leave her place after these past six months for reasons that I don't particularly disagree with. The building is pretty funky, though her actual apartment space is nice. She's had hot water issues a few too many times, they're raising her rent fifty bucks, and the immediate neighbourhood leaves a little something to be desired (though the surrounding neighbourhood is basically just the far southeast end of mine, which she loves). So we went apartment hunting for the afternoon and looked at a couple places. The first joint we checked was...not too dissimilar from her current place, but with an extra bedroom and less living room space. We weighed the pros and cons and she decided it wasn't really worth it. So we look around a bit and stumble on this one place over on Talmadge that's just nice. The building doesn't look like much on the outside, but the space was pretty kickass. Decent size living room, pretty fucking large (long) kitchen and a decent-sized bedroom with two closets and a very small deck, just big enough for a person to stand on and smoke (which she does). She fell for it immediately (hell, so did I; the joint was pimpin'!) went over to the annoyed-looking old man who was sitting in the kitchen ready to answer questions and hand out applications. She grabbed one and we were off to my place to fill it out and fax it off...not realizing until we got there that there were a few pertinent items on the paper that she didn't know and we had to go back to her place, where she finished up and got changed to get ready to follow through on her plans later that evening. On the way out the door, however, she left her keys in the apartment and got locked out. After trying that credit card trick that only works on TV and movies for about ten minutes, we could only wait for her friend to show up after leaving a note on the landlord's door. I would find out later that said landlord took care of the issue before she got home that night, though she crashed elsewhere after coming home that night anyway. Me, I took a nap, 'cause my ass was tired. I requested that someone in my family who knew how to work the fax portion of our printer/copier/scanner/fax machine please fax the rental application and hopped into bed with the television on. I don't remember when I woke or what I did when I did, but I imagine I probably watched TV and fucked about online for a bit until I posted my entries on the 27th. I think that about covers it...