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Let's Play Catch Up...

Okay...it's been a minute since I posted something. Please forgive me. I've actually started three different posts since we last spoke, but I haven't been able to finish them. Give me a minute, and I'll let you in on the days of my life.

In the meantime, I'll give you a few quickies...

1. The Apartment Chronicles: As I told you before, I'm getting ready to make my beach move. I had contemplating not telling my current landlord until the day of the move, but I decided against it. I told him, and he was cool with it...until he realized that I was also taking my money with me. He tried to call me to squeeze utilities out of me. I turned it around and asked him if he planned to give me my deposit back, and if so, he could just take it out of there. That's when he broke down and told me he needed the cash. This is another case of bought sense.

2. The Relationship Situation: I was finally able to let Ol' Boy know that what he was trying to get from me wasn't ever gonna happen. I don't know how he feels about it, but let's just hope he doesn't hold it against me on the job front.

3. The Play: Things are going really well. I'm still trying to get my lines committed to memory, but that's coming along well. In addition, I'm getting my voice in shape by participating in karaoke. Call it a long shot, but I'm trying. Uncle Fletcher's Money will debut in a couple of weeks.

I think that's it for now. As soon as I get settled in my new digs, I'll get my blogging done in a more timely fashion.

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