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So that was an interesting weekend. I went to Windsor on Friday to fight. I lost as usual. The girl I was fighting takes it way more seriously than I do and it got a little rough. Oh well. When I got back I got an email from my boss saying that my living situation wasn't working out (which I agree with) so I immediately got on the horn and started looking for a place. I knew that Mel's boss had some kind of basement apartment for rent, so I went and saw her and made arrangements to see it that night. I took it. I like the apartment and it's all good so I will be moving in two weeks (again) Then me and Mel walked a bit before deciding to go to the Duke of York, a real dive bar in our neighborhood. We had texted Jason to let him know where we were and initially got no response until about 1 am. He finally showed up but was weird. We all went back to his place for the usual singing extravaganza but instead of dancing it was guitar playing. Jason's phone kept ringing. At 4 am some chick was banging on the door. Me and Mel were like WHAT? but we let Jason deal with it, we left the room. I don't know what happened with the door knocker, but she must have left. I crashed on the couch eventually. I got up around 3pm and made my way home. Mel was at my door by 4. Jason gave her the boot. Weird. I'm actually more confused than ever. They only had like 20 minutes between me leaving and whatever transpired between them. Meh. I guess these are the things that make life entertaining.