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I was just thinking that I hadn't posted anything in a while; and I had a lot of reasonably cheerful things to say about the city, and the job, and so forth; and then the apartment that I thought I had fell through on me.

I'm being sort of unreasonably anxious right now because I have zero chance of finding anything before Feb. 1st (I have restaurant reservations for Restaurant Week tonight, and a concert Thursday, both of which I wouldn't cancel on for the world). Most likely, I'll have to get some storage space because I'm bringing up a U-Haul on the 10th or 11th, and my lease is ending, and there's nothing I can do about that part; that'll be a hassle, but there are worse things. I guess it would be worse to get into a living situation that I ended up hating just because I felt panicked.

The commute's really getting to me, though.