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[goddessofwords]

I still don't have a place to live. The responsible thing for me to do is go to the landlord and say that I'm staying another month after all, because I know he hasn't found a replacement for me yet and doesn't want me to go. I don't want to be around him for another month, and I hate the idea of backing down like that. But... is couchsurfing and sleeping in public and stuff like that really a good idea when I don't know if I'm crippled? No, 'tis not.

I'm finally getting in to see the doctor on Tuesday, who may or may not be able to tell me anything useful about my state of crippledness.