You won't believe where I'm writing this...

I'm hammering this out on my Wii (thank you Opera) because my primary computer is busy with its anti-virus scan. Yes, it's shameful that I run it so infrequently, but given that a full scan takes over 20 hours, it's not sonething I can do every day anyway

The bitch is that I use HTML tags, and the input method is ill-adapted to the task, though I'm learning.

Monseur Grunchy es mort! Vivre l'Confetti Factorie!

I went out this 16-degree morning and bought myself a new shredder. The old one fit over a trash can and tookup to five sheets. The new one takes up to six, cuts up credit cards and ruins CDs and DVDs, and has its own bin.

And it microcuts! It'll reduce a single sheet of paper to 2400 little schnibbles, each smaller than a Tic-Tac™.

And the power switch and warning label have a cool blue LED glow, but now I'm just being a geek.

Then again, posting about it on LJ means the geekdom is pretty much fait accompli, non?

Out of bed, with no place to go

I have a vacation day today due to work being closed, and apart from the paper-destroying appliance, which I bought before 9 AM, I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my day.

As proof, I offer up the fact tgat I typed this up on a Wii.

Tags: home

Current Location: Home

Current Mood: blah

Has everyone got their calculators, scales, and sacrificial daggers ready?

Good, then let's begin.

January 1st. A time of transition, much like an odomoter rolling over to a multiple of ten thousand.

In eight months, I hope to be out of here, preferably into something resembling a house. Toward that end, I've already started buying book boxes, and looking critically at shelving, though not necessarily in that order.

So my laptop is backing itself up (it would have finished in my sleep if the disk hadn't filled up), and so I started cleaning up. This involved walking back and forth with stuff that needs to be elsewhere, and carrying it to where it belongs. Simple?

Not so simple.

The floor in front of my apartment's den (too small for a bedroom, too large for a teachest) has always been a little creaky. Now it'ds getting noticeably wobbly, to the point where I wonder how long it'll be before I become a guest of my downstairs neighbors. It doesn't help that I weigh a significant fraction of a Buick, but when one relies on one's flooring, one expects support, damnit.

So? Move.

Trust me, that's a goal. But I haven't found a suitable replacement yet, and I want something I'll be reasonably happy with for some time.

There's also the problem that my last opportunity to opt out of next year's lease passed on July 20th. So yeah, I could move elsewhere, but I'd still be paying rent here.

So? Lose weight.

Do not get me started on that option.

So? Call customer service.

That's where this is going--I need to call the people who run this place and tell them parts are running down.

But I know what comes after that: the first two times someone comes out to examine it, they won't even find the spot I'm talking about, then they'll argue with me over who has to pay for this, and they'll have to tear up the carpeting to fix it, and there's a chance they won't do it right, &c.

And yes, I'm being negative. I like to thin, this makes me right more often than the optimist.

Bear in mind my personality and characteristics. I either do things promptly and properly (like paying my bills within 2 days of receiving them, or checking my bank balances online daily—and good thing I do, but that's a story for another time), or I put them off indefinitely (like I let the dining nook table get overrun with non-bill mail and receipts) because it's unimportant or irrelevant.

Today, I knew that someone whom I know online has come to town. I know her from tinytim and I knew that she'd be getting in around 9 PM on Saturday and didn't have much lined up on Sunday. This was my chance to call someone and either go and do stuff, or just hang out and be sociable.

Well, after a round of early-morning grocery shopping, I took some envelopes and cleaned all the receipts and a lot of mail off the dining area table.

"What?!?" you ask in a voice that's about half an octave higher than normal, goosed with incredulity. And that's exactly the point.

I regularly lament how little social life I have. This was an opportunity to get some socializing done with people I don't know too well, and my reaction was... (defensive? neurotic? danceshiva, I know you know a word for this...) ...disappointing.

Well, at least the table looks better. And I have a stir-fry done in the fridge. I could have made soup today too, if only I had a ladle...

Tags: home

Current Location: home

Current Mood: confused

<sarcasm class="cliché">Oh noes! My lease expires in seven months! EVERYBODY PANIC</sarcasm>

All right. Without engaging in further tired hystrionics that would probably get johnprester upset at me (because he's in a similar boat, and his is sinking faster), lemme throw this out there: my current lease expires in late September.

Tags: home

Current Location: home

Current Mood: discontent

I live (currently) in a third-floor apartment. The upstairs neighbors are making noise.

Until I realize that there is no fourth floor -- there are people hammering on the roof. And there are numerous chainsaws in the near distance.

This calls for an exploration. Or a walk around the apartment building with my coffee at the very, very least.

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Current Location: Home

Current Mood: curious