K....this is gonna be a bitchy one, so if you don't feel like reading, get out now.

After sleeping about as crappy as possible again last night and still coughing up crap from my cold, I spent the morning wishing i had a refridgerator and could actually eat some real food. I've been basically ordering Korean food to the school the last couple of days. It's fine for a while, but I'd also like to be able to eat at home when the urge strikes me. But....I went to the store today before going to school and grabbed some crackers and juice, enough to tide me over for a while. I putzed around the PC bong afterwards and strolled into school at around 2.

Within about 10 min. choi (chew-ey) came up to me and started trying to tell me there was bad news. I just knew what was coming, before he even got it out. I just stood there trying to hide how pissed off I was feeling. Something about his friend staying in the apartment before, but he didn't resign the lease and didn't tell her, the landlady, that I was living there now. What it boiled down to is that I'm gonna have to move again in a few days. So.......after a pause, I was like, "What about my bed?" If I'm not moving again for 3-4 days, I at least think I should have a bed. I've already had to sleep without one for 3 nights. Enough is enough. He tried to coax me with, "just a few days, maybe 3 or 4." Uh-huh. Nope. Not gonna fly here. He could tell by my face by then that I wasn't happy. He understood that no bed wasn't an option. Maybe Koreans are ok with the floor and a pad, but noooooot exactly fine with me. The only good thing that came out of things today, I now have a brand new bed waiting for me at home. That and a few beers, which I sorely need. Argh....I hate this. I keep telling myself that it's not that big of a deal. I think it's just the peace of mind that I don't have right now that's bothering me most. That and having to repack yet AGAIN!