flu landlords and so forth

It's Saturday afternoon and I'm in bed.
No I'm not depressed, just a bit ill. After two end-of-week miserable days, I decided to stay in on the weekend to give my body the rest it needs. Have just finished watching my 5th DVD for the day. Thanks to dear flatmate who went to Vietnam and got all the new releases 5 for a penny.

Here goes the list

A Home At The End Of The World - dull;
Sommersturm - interesting german movie, but I only got half of it; the subtitles were by someone who had no understanding of either German or English.;
The Incredibles - absolutely brilliant - i hadn't had such a good time with a animated movie in a long time.;
Secretary - very interesting and unconventional love story;
American Splendor - about this comic book author who based the books in its own life, I'm sure everyone's heard of it. Really enjoyed it.

Have to decide what to watch next

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If it wasn't the fact that the asshole I sometimes refer to as landlord had decided to come to spend the weekend at our house, this would a perfect one. The cherry on top of the marvellous relationship we have with him, was that this recently-out-of-the-closet 40-odd year old screaming queen let me know he was coming only the night before.
There was shouting on the telephone on how rude and unconsiderate of him this was, so tonight we'll all going to sit down and sort this kind of contract/agreement we kind of have with him.
He doesn't know I'm moving out at the end of the month so it will be good to throw that at his face. I'm a bit of a drama queen myself too when I have to.

I need to get myself a nice little place just for myself. But in London that means either spend all your monthly salary and live somewhere nice, or spend a little less and live in the suburbs or somewhere in zone 5.

I shall live in Barbican/Clerkenwell from next month or my name is not Luis. [errr... i hope i don't change my mind again]