February 16th, 2007

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I'm not going out tonight as I had thought I would. My lungs feel tight and I'm tired. Probably means I should stay in and get some rest, so that's what I'm doing.

My current apartment's management is already showing my apartment to potential renters on Monday afternoon. It's strange to see my home listed as being for rent, especially because it is priced at almost $100 more than what I currently pay. I love my little home, but c'mmon. It's a shoebox, not a shoebox made of gold.