Well, things in Apartment Six are in turmoil right now.

I had recieved an "urgent" text message on my cell this morning from Brian. Now, you see, Brian has been very sick lately so I had assumed it had to do with his health so I called the house once I got the message. No answer. I called his cell. No answer. I got a little nervous and left work to go home to see what was up. Brian was in the washroom when I arrived calling his name as I came through the door. He looked okay, in fact he was shaving the days of facial growth from spending a lot of time down. I asked what was up...what was with the urgent call if he's okay. He pointed to a page on the table and returned to shaving, shutting the door on me.

I have until the 21st to be out of Apartment Six. Well, the two of us do. I called through the door. "hey, I'm at work right now." He came back out and apologized. I was stunned, confused, and most of all in shock. "what will I do...what will I do...?" kept running through my head. That and "no point in freaking out...nothing will come of it...think, think, think!" We talked a bit, but I had to go back to work...the focus was good for me because I could figure out my many options. I don't think Brian has so many options.

This may be seen as unfortunate circumstances, but I've managed to find the brighter side. I was planning on moving anyway in a couple of months. Brian and my living situation wasn't all that ideal for me so I'd be getting out of that. I have a chance to weed through all my crap before I move anyway in a couple of months. I thought I had more happy thoughts to go along with the whole situation but I can't think of them right now. Oh well.

Otherwise...everything couldn't be better!!!