I did not get the apartment. I'm seeing another one this Sunday in Unionville, which is one of my dream spots, so I'm going to presume I won't get this one either.
In other news, I have quit quitting smoking.
To quote Bridget Jones's father, I take great comfort in the fact that they might kill me before things actually get worse.
now that they want me singing regularly at church, I'm thinking about quitting smoking again.
Mumsy was out last night, so I took the opportunity to practice Sunday's songs (mostly because they're all permanently stuck in my head now). After nearly an hour of belting out Christian songs, I discovered that Mumsy had left all of the windows open. My neighbours have been thoroughly evangelized.
I've been in a weird mood this week.
Art production has slowed, but still plodding along. I have a list of everyone who has requested art, so I shan't forget any of you.
In general I think I'm just..... tired.
An update later this weekend maybe. Now I have to go help Bossman load several hundred thousand dollars worth of [probably stolen] artwork into a Russian mobster's car.