So I'm looking to move. Again.
That mouse I thought I'd accidentally killed a few months ago? Apparently not dead.
I can't... live in a house on a mouse run. I just can't. I won't.
So it's 6 AM and I've just requested details on
this shiny apartment.
I haven't told D. He's completely against living in an apartment (fear of...fire or some shit. idek). But this one is so close to where we both work. And it's two bedroom. So... I don't see why it should be an issue.
I want it like burning.