but it can’t be helped. my first night of proper dancing since i’ve been back (where i dance like a nut all night) and i wake up feeling a little ill. now, i’ve been dealing with herrang cold remnants since i arrived home last thursday, but it seems the IT nerd version of the cold which laid The Squeeze low has decided to take up residence in moi. sick again. so i’m feeling tired and rough and a little disappointed in my immune system. i thought we were a team.
at any rate, despite my attempts to eat only sandwiches since i arrived home, there is no decent bread in the house. the only alternative for sick-girl was obviously instant noodles. and i think the milk has gone off.
sigh.
meanwhile, the handyman (who i quite like) is wacking things in another room, attending to 2 of the 10 or so items on our list of ‘fix it now you bastards’ things. a list we sent to the real estate agent before i left (we’re talking at least 7 weeks ago). only now, since i’ve been home and threatened to kick arse have they done anything about this list. a plumber is promised, but i doubt we’ll see him any time soon.
meanwhile, the lease is up, so we’re living on borrowed time and with little room to apply pressure to our arsehole landlord. we are trying to decide whether or not we should move. unfortuntately, though, areshole landlords dominate our price bracket, and while we pay too much rent here, it’s still cheaper to stay than to pay for all the moving crap.
ah, renting. how wonderful it is.
