I called my new landlady today, since she didn't call me on sunday. I left a message. I hope she calls me back soon. I hope she's just super busy/hormone-induced daft and something hasn't gone horribly wrong on her end. I dislike the noncommunicativeness. A lot. For whatever reason.
I was up at 5:30 this morning. I don't know why. Long day. Time to get horizontal. Nighters.