Rargh fml. The wee pocket-sized house I had pretty much decided to rent if possible didn't pass the sniff test in terms of not being a total fucking scamjob actually being lived in by someone else. Nevermind. Checking out three new prospects tomorrow. Moving Day is next Sunday. and Unspecified Things have apparently gone wrong with the plan to move my grandmother out of her house and into care; I got nothin, but I'm sure I'll get an earfull over the next week. Sounds like another Daddy+Mama v. auntie match, joy.

take it away, Avenue Q: