Apart from having used caffiene to keep from crashing while going with
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doombuggie to get
rehd_fawx.
The Section 8 meeting was, as I knew
intellectually it would be, mainly just tedious. 22 pages worth of forms, people, I shit you not. And there were potential landlords and apartment-finders milling around with business cards and flyers.
doombuggie was even able to help get us out of there faster. So now I have my Section 8 voucher, and a check toward the cost of apartment application fees. One of the apartment complexes had sounded really promising, and the owner seemed like a really good guy, but his idea of 'right on' a bus line was a motorist's conception of 'right on'. It would be an ok stroll in nice weather when I was having a good day, but if my energy was running low, or if it was hot, cold, or rainy, or if I was carrying groceries, it would be just too far. I know
doombuggie will help me out whenever he can, but I want that to be a bit of much-appreciated and helpful assistance, not an utter necessity.
But after that morning of bureaucratic aggravation, we set out for Dallas. There was some pretty horrific traffic at one point, which pretty much ate up the lead time we'd gotten by getting out of the meeting earlier that expected. Oh well, things happen for a reason I guess. We had a little trouble tracking down
rehd_fawx's complex, but after a couple of phone calls all was well. The ride back was full of merry chatter. In a bit of synchronicity,
doombuggie's friend C. called him just as we were driving through her neck of the woods, and we stopped in for a little socializing. I'd only met her once before but she seems like a good person to hang with. We'd discussed visiting Epoch and Walmart, but we (especially
rehd_fawx) were pretty tired by then, so we snagged a couple of McRibs and some fries and
doombuggie dropped us off. We nommed our dinner and
red_fawx got loved on by Anya and Molly and then it was sleepytime. I have the sneaking suspicion that I am awake for good. As plans stand now, when
rehd_fawx wakes we will break out the mangosteen shisha, chill for a bit, hit Frank, stop at an ATM so I can deposit my checks, hit Fiesta and Sally Beauty Supply, then hook up with
doombuggie for our early orphan Christmas fest. C. may also be coming. That is the plan, anyway, who knows what will really happen.
And, because I am feeling a little old -
tired
sleepy
pensive
calm
mellow
scared
excited
nervous
exhausted
lazy
morose