Brielle is helping me apartment hunt, only she's also Danielle from Williamsburg. There's a place at Taxi that feels kind of like an office, but with a big, full shower and lots of granite and open space.

I call Brielle and ask if she can withdraw my deposit on the other place (my actual apartment in waking life) to which she seems reluctant. I remind her I haven't signed a contract and she agrees.

She tells me the landlady lives in Pennsylvania, is a football coach, and is 6'3". I'm writing these notes down, waiting for a phone number. Then I start thinking about how far of a walk Taxi is from anything. It's close to work but far from everything. And I remember, suddenly, that I'm already living in the other apartment. Have been.

There was some phone carrier trouble, too, and I kept getting texts from T-Mobile saying We're winning the war! The war on cancer, I assume.