our realtor just called. someone wants to make an offer on our apartment. there's a good chance that i might actually be sick. right here. right now. all over our "..beautifully decorated and well maintained owner occupied home...[with] fabulous ammenities at Club H2O with large indoor pool, hot tub, sundeck, gym, squash courts, games room and concierge". how i wish that the cg was here. he is currently asleep in england and when he wakes i will be asleep and when i awake he will be on his journey back here. so i won't be talking to him for about 24 hours. which doesn't seem alot unless you are counting the minutes and probably seconds too. did i mention that there's a good chance i'm going to be sick. i know i didn't mention that we have no where to move to. we have no where to move to. if nobody minds i'm just going to pretend this isn't happening.
4:45 p.m. - February 20, 2005
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