Thirty years ago today
I got up at around 9:00 on Wednesday with aching arms. I sat and drank water. I read some newspapers and made calls and appointments about apartments.
I went up to Dundas and Bloor, saw a grubby one bedroom, then returned home and laid down for a while.
I went to the place on Elmgrove but there was no one there to meet me. Before leaving I searched the place and found the landlord. He showed me two apartments and I liked the one on the ground floor. I said I would bring Nancy to look at it later but I couldn't get an appointment until Saturday.
I met Nancy at Ossington and we viewed a shitty basement with a low ceiling.
Nancy and I had a fight and it was raining.
We went to a place at Leslie and Dundas and then we came home.
I was feeling depressed from the searching and fighting and weak from my water fast.
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