Hey, look. I haven't posted in a hundred years or so. I suppose I could do something about that.
Holly came down, and we spent the weekend Murraying. (As if I'm not in Murray every day. But just being in Murray and Murraying are two different things, I suppose.) It's sure not the same without everyone (er, anyone) down here, but this weekend was a nice change of pace. We talked about things that require over 10% brain power. And we watched some things, i.e. Blue Collar Comedy Tour and The Stepford Wives, that did not. We pondered the past, as we often do, and we marvelled at the wonders that are our new haircuts. It was a good weekened.
Well, I'm about to seal a deal at 4:00 pm. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I've made an apartmental decision. If all goes well at this afternoon's appointment, I'll be living in a Brentwood apartment come, well, next month. That puts me in a predicament concerning the word I gave Bybee about paying rent for the month of July. But at this particular moment, I don't know exactly when I'll be moving into Brentwood, so we'll see. The more I think about Brentwood, the more I realize it's the choice I need to make. I think the rent is a little high for the apartment itself, but the location makes up for it. I will probably be within a closer walking distance to my classes than I was when I was at Springer. It's not the nicest apartment ever, but I've seen far, far worse. Anyway, who am I to complain? I feel good about this decision. So I called the lady, and I'm meeting her at 4:00. One hunt down, one to go.