1)I could not get a loan.
2)I could not get two plane tickets for less than 400 dollars.
3)I could not find a car.
Lauren knows this from staying with me: when I am apprehensive or nervous about something and I am in a position to do so, I pace. I think I developed this nervous tick in my current apartment, because I don't ever remember doing it before. Then again, all of my other apartments have been pretty small.
But, I can pace for what seems like hours. Always in the same order--If my apartment were a Family Circus cartoon, it would have looked like this:

So that is how it was: pace, pace, pace, eat something, pace, go to the bathroom, pace, pace. All until Thursday, when I heard back from the latest bank saying that despite my credit, they would give me money, and the car dealership saying there were cars for me. And also Thursday, when I found a cheap flight on Orbitz that had just opened up. The gods smiled down upon me. "Sit down,' they said. "You are making us nervous."
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Just for the record - I am against car loans.
Oh, and I think you have misrepresented the size of jacke's room - I don't think your apartment building juts in like that. Maybe its that big bed that is throwing you off?
Well, its not EXACTLY to scale, but I at least tried to play up how small our kitchen is. You want to know what's really sad, though? It never occurred to me that our apartment was square on all sides until I tried to make that diagram.
When are you coming home?
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