In the last four hours, I have continually put my head under the faucet and sat in front of my computer with my hair dripping water all over my back, and still I feel like I'm being cooked alive. It must be at least 35 degrees Celsius in here. Damn, when it gets this extreme, I hate summer.

Last Saturday, I went to W. with my parents, and we tried to find me an apartment. Sadly, without success. We drove around in the heat, sniped at each other and gradually grew more and more frustrated. Still, the two apartments we did visit were both unsuitable (my father disagreed, of course). One was really beautiful and even affordable, but way too small, the other one had a pretty much non-existent kitchen. Plus, I had -- again -- the mother of all headaches. It didn't disappear miraculously until 10 p.m. Argh.

Today, I spent most of my office hours on the phone, trying to reach various estate agents and landlords in W. who, naturally, hadn't been available over the weekend. With moderate success: I'll drive to W. tomorrow, once more <sigh>, and have a look at another five apartments there. Keep your fingers crossed that this time, I'll find something! Evidently, I will have to move to W. to the first of July, and if I don't find an apartment until then, I'll have to move, temporarily, into the bureau's guesthouse. Which hasn't got a) cable and b) telephone/internet access. Great. One month in there would bring me up to date with all the unread stories I've got flying around here on my harddrive, but would cut me off from the 'net, mail, mailing lists, the like. Don't want to imagine that happening. Then I'd also not be able to give in my notice for my apartment in S. where all my furniture still is, and would have to continue this disgusting vagabond life I've been forced to lead for the last five months. Living in a pre-furnished room in K. Not having enough space for anything. Grrr.

I'd simply like to get a chance to view that bureau-supported apartment in W. I've been told about this morning -- three rooms, 58 m², a reasonable price. We'll see.

So far, I'm exhausted, sweating, and a bit pissed off. Damn them -- why couldn't they tell me about my impeding move just a bit sooner?! Like, at least two more weeks ago?! This sucks. Big time.

Finally, I want to apologize to all to whom I still owe one or several e-mails -- due to this moving stuff, I guess I won't get around to it for the next two, three weeks. I promise I will, though, only -- later. Sorry.

On an aside note: Hey, I could try cooking an egg on my monitor! It has almost the perfect temperature!

I currently only seem to be able to write drabbles. Haven't got the faintest idea why, but until I find out, I decided to blame gwendolen *smirk*.
This time, I even managed to heed the 100-word-rule. A true drabble. Wow.

Of course, still my current addiction, that is, Mag7, and equally obvious, once again Chris/Ezra. What, predictable? Me?! *g*

Revelation
Author: allaire mikháil
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (TV series)
Pairing: Chris Larabee / Ezra Standish
Rating: G
Summary: One person's loss is another person's gain.
Old West, 100 words (!), Chris POV, unbeta'd.

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