The Book of Crispy

Enter gate 11 11:41AM

I can't recall a whole week in one go. Hell, I can't even recall yesterday that well.

Still a vagrant. We have floated between Joachim's bed, Joachim's lounge, Jo and Corran's bed, Ange's bed and Mike's couch. I'm going to try to add my cousins to the picture too.

I was interviewed twice for a job last week. ""Senior Consultant, Collaborative Practice"" for Baker Robbins. Looks like an excellent job. I want it madly. Hope I don't jinx it. Waiting by the phone for news. Hopefully tomorrow. It would be easier if my damn suitcase would arrive. At this rate, I may get a job before my suit and shoes arrive. That would be a right royal pain in the arse.

We have found the perfect flat. It is currently inhabited by a girl who helped design it. It's her company that owns it. She is leaving in a few weeks to return to NZ, permenantly. She was getting a discount, because she ""knows people"". They are going to check it out for me. Maybe the price will double. Maybe not. I want it. I need it. It's even in Zone one and walking distance to (upcoming) work.

Sounds like I've got all my eggs in one basket. I have. No other jobs have matched this one. Not other apartments have matched this one. How many fingers can I cross before they break? I'll be shattered if I don't get them