My vibrating phone fell off the shelf this morning when Marvin, the theoretical new landlord, called to schedule a meeting for the evening at Starbucks. I talked to him for a while tonight about his rigorous standards for cleanliness and recent renovation efforts among other things. Now that I have a good option for an apartment without any work, Tim & Al are giving up on finding a better space and want to stay here. So I don't know what I'm going to do about staying or going.
I've been trying to work on this "how the world should sound all the time" compilation project and am well beyond the deadline. It could be five songs or fifty, but I think fewer is more accurate. I feel like I need to re-listen to everything so as not to forget something great so it is taking forever.
I think the caffeine from my evening meeting might be wearing off.