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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