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Aug. 10th, 2006 02:26 pmI stopped in the leasing office on my way back in and confirmed things. My move-in date is the 15th of next month (which is when I'll need the $904 for rent)... but instead of the first floor apartment I'd hoped for it's a third floor unit. The first floor one is an eviction-in-progress; there're now lawyers involved, which'll delay the availability of it for God only knows how long, and I'm told that the damage inside is considerable. It complicates things, to be sure, but it's not insurmountable. It just means limiting the trips in and out to those absolutely necessary. Oh well.
Molly and Vickie are quite happy to be home, though both are confused about Gus' continued absence. Poor Molly spent almost an hour trying to get her head out the door of her cage to find out where he was hiding, and all she could find was Vickie. I spent most of that time crying, then scooped her up and held her for a while and cried -on- her instead of next to her for a bit. Gus was the vocal one of the trio, really, so things are much quieter than I'm used to... it complicates sleeping when I keep waking up wondering if he's okay. :/ I found a pic of him that I'm going to scan and post as soon as I can get my hands on a working scanner; even primped and brushed, he was always disheveled and looking puzzled. Well, except when he was mooching for treats, when he did a credible impression of a hungry homeless guy. *sigh*
I'm going to go bury myself in a game or a book or something. My mood is still... unstable at best, and the random burst-into-tears moments still are hitting frequently. So I'm working on keeping myself distracted, hence the random comments I've left here and there in other folks' journals. Anything to keep my mind running.
Molly and Vickie are quite happy to be home, though both are confused about Gus' continued absence. Poor Molly spent almost an hour trying to get her head out the door of her cage to find out where he was hiding, and all she could find was Vickie. I spent most of that time crying, then scooped her up and held her for a while and cried -on- her instead of next to her for a bit. Gus was the vocal one of the trio, really, so things are much quieter than I'm used to... it complicates sleeping when I keep waking up wondering if he's okay. :/ I found a pic of him that I'm going to scan and post as soon as I can get my hands on a working scanner; even primped and brushed, he was always disheveled and looking puzzled. Well, except when he was mooching for treats, when he did a credible impression of a hungry homeless guy. *sigh*
I'm going to go bury myself in a game or a book or something. My mood is still... unstable at best, and the random burst-into-tears moments still are hitting frequently. So I'm working on keeping myself distracted, hence the random comments I've left here and there in other folks' journals. Anything to keep my mind running.
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