Well, today I spoke with a teacher from my old high school, and she said that you can get past the answering machine and to a receptionist at Welfare by pressing 0, which isn't listed as an available option in their voice directory. Well, I tried that, since we've got a court hearing coming up on Monday for our eviction, and even though they don't want us to bug them, this was kind of their last chance to stop this from going through court.

So... I pressed it, but I didn't get anything. I decided to carefully listen to their whole voice directory, and to my surprise, when they finish up, they randomly transfer your call to somebody in the know, although they don't tell you who they're transferring you to while it's happening.

Anyway, so she checked on the status of our two application... Turns out it didn't get through, so I had to reapply.

So... it looks like we're going to court.

Well... at least it looks like we're on the good side of our super. Really, I feel fairly confident in saying I did all that I could... Applying, reapplying, going in person, and eventually getting through, only to find this... Talking to our super, talking to the Rent Bank... It hasn't been easy for me, either.

But everything turned out to fall into a worst-case-scenario...

It's like I say... life is only a string of worst-case-scenarios, but there's usually a spot of good in them, and if you take the good and try to leave the bad... hopefully the good piles up and succeeds the bad.

BUT YOU'RE ON A TIME LIMIT!!!!!!

*Sigh*... Well, in other news, I've had a few dreams about flying in cars. Well, more specifically, sitting in the passenger seat while the driver navigates so recklessly that we're sent packing through the air, and I always think we're not going to land on the road, and that we're going to go careening off and crash, but then we hit pavement, and we go skidding, and it's a winding road... surrounded by dangerous gullies! But we don't quite go off, and the driver speeds up and flies off another hill, over and over, until I wake up.

Well, it's only happened twice, and both in one night, so... not enough to call it recurring. Not too difficult a dream to analyze, and I must say, if my subconscious is capable of fear, that is the best sign of a self-preservation instinct, and a self-preservation instinct is a positive sign for having a sense of self-worth.

Paths often represent life direction. Vehicles represent personal movement. That I'm sitting in the passenger seat represents my feeling that I'm not in control of my own actions, and the recklessness of the movements represents life's recent turbulence.

Pretty basic, really. Better than nothing, but I still expect something a little more intricate from me.

I sent my inquiry on the status of my webcomic storyarcs to my ex. Tried to be cautious about it.