  aaah, bleh. I keep on feeling that moving out of yon moldy apartment would be an excellent, healthy, good idea. However, moving actually involves actually, physically, moving, and that simply smacks of effort.
There's also the fact that moving involves a bit of insecurity, too, what with worrying about where to go, how it realtes, what hidden problems lie in wait; in this case, I guess Kurt and I are sticking with the devil we know. I'm going to talk to the landlords about mold removal; i'm fairly sure that's within our right. Work is pretty great, i enjoy my time there, and the friends I'm making are great. Got the whole useless vibe going on, though, and that sucks. I keep on thinking I'm too slow, i screw up orders, I don't do as much as I should, etc.
Dumb, dumb dumber... As for everything else, I'm not exactly in contact with the outside world. Well, there is a reality tv show that I really want to catch; Mr. Personality. One woman plays the bacheloerette, judges guys on everything, except their faces; they wear complete masks, you can't even see the color of their hair. And, it's hosted by Monica Lewinsky. 
