I must say, I am surprised at myself! The plan was to stay at Fiancee's on weekends, and that's where I'm at now. I've been here for two hours, and just got back from saying hello to Fiancee, and then running a few errands for him that he would have a hard time doing himself (as he's setup so that he can walk to everything). I thought that I would love to be back here, but... I am really not too happy to be back. Don't get me wrong -- seeing Fiancee is great, but I have not missed the atmosphere here. Or this tiny little apartment, that Fiancee has, indeed, as promised, cluttered up, and stunk up. It smells like stale tobacco, kitty litter, man sweat, and man farts in here.

I hope that I do okay this weekend. I didn't really want to be back here so soon, but I needed to help Fiancee out with some errands, like I said, and it's the weekend, and I wanted to start going by our plan/schedule (stay with Fiancee on weekends, stay in Hometown weekdays).

Errr... and, I think I have decided to take Chester the cat with me. Fiancee just can't take care of him the way he needs to be taken care of. And he's trapped inside all day, in this hot apartment. Poor little guy. I'll hold off on the puppy for a while and just see what happens.

For now, my allergies are acting up because of the smelly, neglected apartment, and I want to go back to Hometown, where right now, I might be gazing at the spectacular sunset from high up, on a huge deck, in a rather comfortable lounge chair. Instead, I have the view of... the apartments next to me, in front of me, and I hear loud rap music, and lots of other annoying sounds.

Sigh.