Just because it likes to, the Cosmos is making the World's Most Impatient Boy (i.e., ME) wait again.
This time I am waiting to hear from a nice landlord about a very nice apartment that I want very much to live in. There would be plenty of room for me and my boy (his site will be coming soon). Cute kitchen. Dishwasher. Backyard. You know. Just adorable and domestic and practically begging to have us live inside of it. But I have to wait for them to decide things and call people and discuss stuff, which should happen after the landlord's daughter's softball game in Central Park. Why does the person scheduling these "softball games" know that I hate waiting, and then schedule things accordingly? I mean, honestly. It is just common courtesy.
In other news, I just discovered that Taydo is seriously a total alien. He will try to deny it to you, but it is the truth.