Trying to get out of a bad landlord situation. Not really liking my job. Feeling guilty for having a good job in this city and not liking it. Looking at basement suites that smell like cat pee. Running on a treadmill, literally, three times per week. Stuffing my face in books while on public transit.

I can't do it. I can't live in this city. It sucks the life out of me.

I'm stressed about Alf. Impossible to rent with cat. Love him so much. Can't bear to give him away. Nobody will love him the way that I do. Lynn - do you want Alf? I'm not even really joking.