"Coming down off a drug-induced 'high'" (as David puts it) blows chunks. I'm walking around in a fog, hearing noises in my head. This is crazy.. I'm having hot flashes, too.

Still waiting for official word on whether or not this apartment we applied for is ours. At last word, the only thing the management was waiting on was a fax from our current landlord, verifying residence. What the hell is taking so long? (I'm real impatient when it comes to knowing where it is I'm going to be living. Call me crazy that way).