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I can't be the only one who hears the song (or even sees the title in print) Don't Let The Sun Go Down on Me and thinks, "Well, duh, because that would leave one HELL of a burn."

That is all.

aiee

I just looked at my first apartment, and BOY am I thoroughly depressed now. The price was right. It wasn't a terrible apartment, but my loveseat would have taken up every inch of space in the "living room."

I will not mention the "bedroom" or the horrendous condition of the bathtub (I've found that bathtubs are frequently deal-breakers for me. I won't rent a place where the bathtub will not ever look clean no matter how much a person scrubs it.).

The manager also helpfully showed me a studio, which will be available mid April. It was the size of my office here. For an office, lots of space. For a living area? Not so much. Oh, and the price was $800.

*whimper*

Even half knowing what to expect going into this, I'm still less than hopeful in success in the near future. Thank goodness I don't have to move.

Also, I have a terrible headache in my eye.