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Well, another weekend, come and gone. Another Six Feet Under, another few nights of hanging with friends, another few days of poor nutrition due to my inability to maintain a stock of groceries at my house.

Speaking of houses, I've been hunting for new digs out by the beach, as promised. My quandary is that there are basically two varieties of one-bedroom apartments out there:

1. The "in-law": Essentially, this is a ground-level apartment which used to be laundry rooms and workshops in single-family houses. I've pretty much had my fill with the ground-level thing. My current apartment is ground-level and I feel like I have to keep my shades drawn at all times so people don't see me lounging around in my skivvies.

2. The generic box: The other type of one-bedroom in the Sunset is the regular apartment building. That wouldn't be so bad, but most of the apartment buildings in that part of town were built in the 1970s and are the gnarliest, most slipshod, wall-to-wall-carpeted pieces of junk with electric stoves. That's not going to work.

What to do?

By the way, if anyone is wondering, the chord progression to that "Sunday" song that HBO plays over its promo commercials is B-C-G-D.