It’s officially official. Congratulations to Tracy and Scott! Now somebody send me a wedding picture and I’ll show off the bride and groom in all their glory. (Sorry I couldn’t be there!)
In other news, I have found a new place to live. The timing isn’t bad at all. I tell the landlord I’m moving out, and then find a place to live immediately. Spiffy!
So the new place is a two-bed, two-bath w/ a good kitchen and dining/living room. It’s got washer/dryer and plenty of storage space. I’m stoked. It’ll cost a bit more than where I’m living now, but I also won’t have to worry about paint-chips flaking off the ceiling and landing on me while taking a shower. (Grrr, paint chips!)
You want to know what’s most exciting about the move? Clean carpets! The carpet in my room has been more-or-less abysmally dirty since moving in. We don’t have a properly working vacuum in our house right now, and I don’t enjoy using the shop vac for cleaning my room. I’ll clean it one more time before I move out, but I’m going to roll around on the floors in the new place as soon as I have a proper opportunity.
April 1st is the official target date. (Well, they still have to approve the application, but it won’t be an issue.) Now I just need to buy a bed. I won’t be homeless, but I’m still bedownershipless.
I called my landlord tonight to tell him I’m moving out. The one complication: I don’t yet have my next apartment lined up although El Martin and I have decided to find a place. This at least provides motivation to the hunt and some urgency. As I drove home through the rain, I decided if I can’t find a place then I can at least afford a small storage unit, a camp stove, and a twin mattress.
Note: storage place – serious. Living there – not serious. I’ll find something.
However, this does provide another impetus for reducing the size of my material possessions. I’ve got several books and albums I’ acquired since arriving here that I’m already willing to part with if I can find buyers. I ought to begin relisting my goods in order to let the number dwindle.
That said, anybody want to read a bad Michael Crichton novel about global warming? Hmm? Not even Al Gore? Okay. I didn’t read it either.
I’ve recently been made aware that February only includes 28 days unless it’s a leap year then it has 29 days.
if year mod 400 eq 0 then leap
else if year mod 100 eq 0 then no_leap
else if year mod 4 eq 0 then leap
Needless to say my mathematically challenged amigos, this February does not have 29 days. Tomorrow is the end of it. February, yet again, we discard you sooner than the other months.
The month ends well though. I get a huge bonus tomorrow from work which I’m excited about. And by “huge” I mean it’s the only bonus I’ve ever received so it’s infinitely bigger than nothing.
About five minutes ago I decided I will be moving to a new location on April 1st. Fear not, dear friends, I will only be moving within a ten mile radius at the maximum. Now the part that isn’t worked out yet is _where_ I will be moving, but I’ve got ideas. I need to save up money for a bed though.
It’s been a decent week. At the tail-end I’m finding myself tired, but I’ve had enough positive interaction with the human element of the world to get me through a few more days. I’ve been leaning heavily on WoW for moral support, and I’ve actually had a few decent messages on Facebook this week despite its norm of small talk and idle chatter.
Work is okay, but contributes to tiredness. I had one excellent call to start my day, but inevitably the day was also filled by an assortment of idiots, a******s, and ungrateful bastards. Next time you call a corporate 1-800 # please remember the person answering is a human, too. Sure, some of them suck, but some of us actually care. Or at least try to care.
I’m waiting for my latest shipment from Amazon to cheer me up. I’ve got a couple CDs, a comic book (The Dane recommended Love Is A Foreign Language, so I’m grabbing it), and Dr. Strangelove on the way.
I love Dr. Strangelove. I can’t wait to pull that insane, wheel-chair-bound, German scientist out of the box to hear his madness.
By the way, if you’re looking for the answer, it’s One Quarter of a Century.