We got our September rent back, Elibard (thank god), and I’ve been told that the last building owner might reimburse us for the move…if we “ask nicely.” And we might have an even better chance if I, not the Dude, go to him all damsel-in-distress and say “please, please Mr. Negligent Asshole Who Got Me Pitched Onto the Street, could oo pweeze hep me pay for the movers’ big twuck?”

I already wanted to pry this shitweasel’s head off with a spork, but the idea that we need to be solicitous? And that I should go The Full Bambi? …I think I just scraped some of my brains off the wall. Fuckin’ Patriarchy, man.