12th April 2005
When I returned home yesterday night, I discovered a notice claiming that it was my last day and asking for me to return my keys.
It seems that recently, I can't go for 3 hours at a stretch without some new misfortune clouding my horizon.
The advantage for me is that this event wakes me up from my stagnant stupor, where I'm at a loss about what to do. After all, I am being asked to transplant my possessions at short notice. However, the light in my room has refused to behave all this time and I have no choice but to move. And sooner is better than later, for the sake of my eyesight.
What I've done is print out leaflets and I plan to put them into the mailboxes of flatowners living in my block so that I'll not have to experience the pain of transplanting not just myself and my possessions, but my whereabouts as well.
It seems that recently, I can't go for 3 hours at a stretch without some new misfortune clouding my horizon.
The advantage for me is that this event wakes me up from my stagnant stupor, where I'm at a loss about what to do. After all, I am being asked to transplant my possessions at short notice. However, the light in my room has refused to behave all this time and I have no choice but to move. And sooner is better than later, for the sake of my eyesight.
What I've done is print out leaflets and I plan to put them into the mailboxes of flatowners living in my block so that I'll not have to experience the pain of transplanting not just myself and my possessions, but my whereabouts as well.
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