Table four is calling table nine, how are you, mister?

[listersgirl]

I hate making phone calls SO MUCH.

Argh.

I really need to start looking for somewhere to live, especially since I'm going out west for Christmas, but I can't do it. I can't bring myself to pick up the phone, and I keep putting it off, and it's going to be February before I know it and I and all my books are going to be on the street.

The sad thing is I've done it before. I mean, we made nearly a hundred phone calls to find the place we're living in now, and then there was the place before that. God, in Montreal I phoned people with my extremely crap-ass French (at least I think I did - the whole thing is somewhat of a blur, which is I guess what happens when you arrive somewhere at midnight and have to find a place to live the very next day). I'm such a pathetic excuse for a self-sufficient person.

Augh. My stomach hurts.