More Birthday Drinks

I decided yesterday afternoon to see if Tim fancied going out for some more drinks, as I wanted to go out on my actual birthday. I thought his answer was almost certainly going to be "No." But, as it turned out, he was going out anyway with Graham, so I met them about 19:30 in the Duke of Wellington and we were also joined by Chris. After a couple of drinks there, we went on to the Yard. They all then decided to go home, but I stayed out, going to Rupert Street where I got chatting to a couple of guys. Later I went on to Barcode where I chatted to a few people. One guy I met, who was incredibly sexy, turned out to be Jeremy (who works there)'s boyfriend. His name is Tim.
A few days ago, after being urged to do so by Nick, I checked out his Facebook photos of a cruise he'd been on and saw that he had a photo of himself, his flatmate Leigh and Jeremy (who works on cruise liners as well as at Barcode). It turns out that Tim was there too.
I ended up going back to another guys hotel room when Barcode closed, he was actually quite nice. Unfortunately, when I took a toilet break, I came back to find him asleep. I suppose I could have stayed the night, but instead I left and came home. I'd had another good night all-in-all though. Almost-sex is getting to be a regular occurrence unfortunately.

I had a headache when I woke this morning, but it soon faded, though I have felt drained all day. I got a text from someone that I don't remember giving my number to and we eventually arranged to hook up. He never actually turned up though and I was feeling so incredibly horny (what with last nights abortive session and the anticipation) and I had to watch some porn to ease my frustrations.
I managed to go to the gym , despite feeling drained, though it wasn't a full session. As I got into the gym Nick was just going home and was in a rush, as he had a driving lesson to get to, so we hardly said more that a few words to each other. Maybe tomorrow.
I then went and sat out in the beautiful sunshine for about an hour.

Now for the bad news:
My landlord's father (who provided the cash for the business [pub and flat] and so is the real boss) told me that I have to remove everything from the window shelf, telling me that "the [Barbican] estate" had been sending them letters about it. Bullshit, how can an estate tell a tenant that they can't put something on a window shelf?
He also told me that I have to remove all of my boxes from the store room in the cellar as they are converting it to a conference room (or something), so I will have to have everything in my room. I am going to have to sell it all, which won't be easy and will take ages doing it on eBay. And despite there being some great stuff there (from my massive Star Wars collection) I don't anticipate getting anywhere near what I actually paid for it all, let alone what it is all worth. I am so angry, the only reason I moved here 4 years ago was because I had storage space.
I'm going to have to find a new place to live, which is a shitter too because I've just ordered a new bed and mattress and most flatshares would be furnished. I can't afford to live on my own again, I wish I could, I miss having my own place.
Typical, this comes just as everything was going so well lately, financially at least. I'm not happy.