Chaos

The situation at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) continues to spiral down into the abyss. Alan apparently chatted with the landlord yesterday. The landlord detailed grandiose plans for the dump, too ludicrous to be credible.

Typical Grandiose Hottie

Alan offered to rent out the entire second floor suite, but his offer was rejected. The landlord plans to consolidate the attached studio with the two-bedroom suite and renovate both a single family unit. The projected rent? $2,500 per month. The first floor bedrooms are slated to be renovated with large sliding glass doors (gateways to the unkempt yard). That's the landlord's rationale to justify $900 monthly rent? In the psychological world, the predominant symptom displayed by the landlord is known as "incongruence."

With that said, the landlord told Alan that the chick who resides in the attached studio has already given notice to move out. The landlord also disclosed that I have given notice to vacate. I denied the allegation, of course. Tom, former drunkard, is supposedly moving out sometime today. The delay was the wait time to be accepted into the rehabilitation facility.

Typical Prudent Hottie

An hour later, I revised my story and told Alan that I would be giving the landlord my official notice next week. I feigned desperation, naturally. I have obviously abandoned any plans to play mind games with the other tenants. Heck, they are already playing mind games with me. I would be prudent to spare my energy to rapidly "abandon ship." There's way too much chaos. Sheesh!

Scene from "Edge of Tomorrow"

Worst of all, I have depleted the selections of good "mainstream" flicks to view on the poor man's home theater system. By the way, I highly recommend viewing, "Edge of Tomorrow." It is an excellent science fiction adventure flick.