I'm 27. Everything hurts. I just moved the contents of one small, grubby house into a bigger, quite nice other house. Now I have to go and clean my old house 'spic n span'. The landlord was the main reason I wanted to move. A strange scarily changeable man, either soft and smiley or screaming and raging, letting himself into my appartment at 1.30am. This is my new leaf turning. The cat will have a leafy neighbourhood to explore. Everything will be grand. It's an odd birthday, I just wish I had more than 20 bucks till Thursday. Life continues.