So what I said yesterday about our landlord being cool 'n' stuff? Forget all that. I got a call from Roberts yesterday afternoon saying that he's put our place up for sale.

I seriously freaked out. We have one month left on our lease meaning that they can sell this place to whoever they like regardless of our wants/feelings. And even if they do sell it to an investor they will most likely put the rent up to something we can't really afford. Either way we're basically forced out of living here.

So I ended up going to see our agent this morning telling her that we want to re-sign the lease for the next 12 months as soon as possible, thus guaranteeing us the next year here hopefully at the same price.

The bitch actually had the balls to tell me that we shouldn't re-sign, but I think she felt somewhat sorry for us and said that she'd call the owner and if he says we should re-sign, then we re-sign.

I hate the fact that our lives depend on one man right now.

I just had 10-12 agents come through the place to check it out and take photos. Argh.

This has come at such a bad time for us. Scott has just bought a new car, I still have no job and we have no kind of real savings. The only good news I have to report is that I'm feeling a lot better today.

I suppose that's something.

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