Potatoes are the new lobster.

I spent $4.50 on three small potatoes. Not even the Yukon Gold variety: Russet potatoes! Last week, I begrudgingly spent $7 on yams. It’s getting expensive to eat poor people food.

Now that I’ve got my “Old Man Yells at Cloud” grievances out of the way, I can review my busy, busy month. For the past four weeks, the legs have been spinning and the hands wrenching. The gears in my brain had also been grinding. Until my rescheduled hearing with the Residential Tenancy Branch passed, anyway.

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I don’t recall saying good luck…

It seems like every time I crash at Zoée’s, there’s a splendid new addition to their place. The last time it was an antique index card cabinet. Before that, it was an old barn door that Zoée turned into a table. When asked where such gems were procured, their answer was *gag* “Facebook Marketplace!” *hurl*

Don’t give me a reason to get back on FacePlant.

But it’s also thanks to Facebook Marketplace that the roomie and I have a new home lined up for April 1st.

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