You'll recall I'd gone all passive-aggressive on the rental agents who had descended on my tiny apartment like a plague of locusts, and had strewn about used condoms from ceiling fans and chandeliers for their visits.  Well, I am happy to report: it worked!  No one's called to show the place since!

Which means, either:

a. they were all so skeeved they blacklisted the place, or

b. someone thought, "wow, this place has some wicked muhfuckin sex mojo" and jumped on it.

I'm thinking it was b.

In the meantime, I have signed a lease a couple of blocks away, on a bigger one bedroom.  The view is not as grand (it's a second floor walk-up with a Southern exposure onto Queensberry) but it's a grander space by far. 

I'm not looking forward to moving again, but the moves are getting shorter and faster, I have to say.