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Pointless Sunday Afternoon Segues

Still no apartment. But getting warmer.
And by warmer, I mean that the car thermometer hit 100° today for the first time in recent memory on the good side of the hills.
And by the hills, I mean the Hollywood Hills, not Beverly Hills, where the roomie & I just stopped for Green Tea Iced Bobas.
And by the rooomie, I mean the life-long friend of mine who is currently watching the Lakers-Spurs game on my 60" TV until 3:30.
And by 3:30, I mean the time she & I are leaving to go see Tina Fey's naturally flat chest in Westwood.
And by Westwood, I mean a place where I do not intend to live.
And by intend, I mean
Still no apartment.