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Dholokov called me last night. I was upstairs, without a clock in sight (they're packed), so I didn't realize we'd been talking for nearly eight hours by the time I said, "I feel kind of tired. I should go to bed." Once I closed my phone, I noticed it was almost 3:00 AM. Luckily, he called me, so I'm not going to pay a cent, but I do fear for his phone bill. Double lucky: I didn't have to get up until 11:00 this morning.

No, I did not do all of the talking. It was straight-up 50/50.

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I rented a really good movie the other night: The Magdalene Sisters. Check it out.

Netflix sent me the last disc of "House, M.D. - Season Two", which means I'm going to a) watch it tonight and b) start bugging Danny to let me come over and watch Season Three since he has it recorded.

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Still no date from my landlord, but I called DTE and found out switching my service won't be the nightmare it was last time. I just have to call them and pick a date. So that makes me feel a lot better about the possibility of my landlord calling to say, "Your moving date is tomorrow." That's what happened last year after promising to give me a date for two months.

History repeats itself.

I have a couple of friends who offered to help no matter what time/date it is, so that works out well. I have such a small amount of stuff that me + Joe + Ila = roughly an hour or so, which includes moving the stuff into the new place. Yay for not being a pack rat.