Looks like I found my next apartment. It's only a few blocks from my current one, has hardwood floors, and is incredibly cheap, probably because the landlord is 92 years old and has long since given up paying attention to market prices. I'm not complaining, and I hope Dave Mann won't, either.

There is, of course, bad news, which is that I'm broke again, a mere three days after getting paid. Ah, the vicissitudes of modern life.

I hope I get to see Cheyenne tonight.