Uh... Dave's just turned in his re-application to RIT. We may be there for Summer Quarter.
As in, June.
Who do I still know in Rochester who'd like to have me sleeping on their floor? In late May, while I look for a job?
Sigh. He doesn't move fast until you stop poking him. Then he runs. How the heck am I going to get all this crap out of this apartment??