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Well, it's cool this morning, thank god, and I finally got a relatively decent night's sleep. I feel like I could sleep all day, but there's much too much to do today. I have to do laundry and mail a letter to the LOL OFFICE (I am so tempted to write O RLY beneath the address) and call lenders. I have to find a place to live, preferably get the wheels in motion by late August, because I have to give notice if I'm going to move out of this flat -- and if I can't find a condo I don't want to move out of this flat. With all the problems it has -- leaky faucet, inconsistent heating, evicted neighbours, funky exterior -- it's still a ridiculously cheap apartment and it suits my needs.

In some ways I live in a very circumscribed world, and having dealt with real estate agents sometimes brings me sharp up against that. I'm not sure I'm prepared for home-ownership on a purely social level; the people these agents usually deal with are much more immersed in the material world than I am, living as I do from hand to mouth. Showing me where my television could go, telling me I can choose the colour and weave of the carpeting, pointing out the stainless-steel ranges and beautiful cabinets, what my dinner guests will think...I have an aesthetic appreciation for these things, but they're not things I automatically think about. I think about the way I fit into space, the way I will experience life in a place, whether there's room for a workbench for my masks.

Who knows. Perhaps really, financially, I and my parents aren't prepared yet. I need a better job, for a start.

Anyway, what this post was going to be about was how I'm going to let others deal with 6A today, though I do intend to react to their new policy and discuss the fandom diaspora to other journals. Today, I have phone calls to make. *shudders*

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I'm pretty sure a new definition of one of the upper circles of hell is being woken from a nap by one's mother and forced to listen to her talk on the (overheating) phone for half an hour. I love her, but I'm cranky after naps. :D

I scoffed slightly at M's declaration that I feel so miserable because of the heat, but I'm really beginning to wonder. I'm not dehydrated, but the heat just makes it hard to function. At least I'm sleeping better; I must have slept six hours this afternoon. I think tomorrow I'm going to pack up the laptop and head to the library or something. There's free wifi there and it's air-conditioned and quiet. If it would just rain -- not this pansy twenty-minutes-and-done crap but honest to god monsoon with thunder and wind and lightning for a day or two, I think the heat would break for good.

In the meantime, while I like having hot water again, I think I'll take a cold shower.