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Not much news this week; life has been a little hectic. I took some time tonight to do a few neglected updates at Bottles, though, if any of you are following that sort of thing. Yes, I probably should’ve spent some of that time answering email instead, but actual new content is so much sexier, after all…

I’m off to the birthday celebration this weekend. And isn’t it convenient that it comes just in time to save me from having to cope with the Nightmare on Market Street? Speaking of which, my name didn’t make it into that article, so I’m not going to link it. That’ll fix ’em…

Randomly Monday

I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over in a defective microwave, and it’s been going downhill ever since. It’s nothing specific; I don’t think I “have” anything. I just feel draggy and headachy and stuffy. Probably something allergic. But at least my thyroid hormone level is normal. That’s a plus, I guess…

Random thoughts for a Monday afternoon:

  • It’s a wonderful thing to have a betrothed who likes to cook AND clean. And who can even cook things other than the “heart attack on a plate” specialties I’m famous for. And who leaves me the leftovers.
  • It’s hot. It’s getting hotter. This doesn’t fill me with much confidence that I’ll be feeling significantly better tomorrow.
  • Being stuck on a hot, sticky, and very overcrowded 1-California bus going about 3 miles per hour when you’re late for a doctor’s appointment is one of the most unpleasant things in the world.
  • Realizing that the entirety of your doctor’s appointment lasted about half as long as the aforementioned bus trip provides a good 76% of the U.S. recommended daily requirement of bitterness.

Lastly, there’s a new rant over on Planet SOMA if anyone cares…

Not as Hot

Among the things you can do in California which you can’t do many other places: drive 185 miles on a Sunday afternoon and experience a 45 degree temperature drop…

Good weekend, but I’m too tired to talk about it (or about much of anything else) right now. G’night…

Home

I love my apartment. I’ve lived in it for nigh onto ten years, so this is a good thing. I’m about to be sharing it. I love that too. That said, there are a few things about it which I will not miss when I leave.

Requirements for my next abode:

  • A washer, dryer, and dishwasher. Pretty close to non-negotiable.
  • A shower surfaced in actual tile and not some Formica-like substance which doesn’t really lend itself to being in a damp room.
  • No, repeat no, industrial grey wall-to-wall carpet.
  • Sufficient electrical service so that I won’t cringe if I dare to use the microwave and the toaster oven at the same time.
  • A guaranteed and maybe even designated parking space.
  • About 50% more of a bedroom than I now have.
  • About 100% more of a guest room than I now have.
  • No warehouse (with constant deliveries by very large trucks) across the street even if it means I can’t look out my front window at all the cute juvenile delinquent boys who work there.

Southerners

People in the south are just nice. In today’s mail, I received a box of supermarket collectibles and rare photos from a complete stranger in North Carolina. He’s letting me borrow them to scan for this site and then I’m to return them to him. They’re not terribly valuable, although they are somewhat irreplaceable and would probably fetch a couple of hundred dollars on eBay. But this very nice man thought nothing of sending them right to me, even though he doesn’t know me from Adam, and he even told me I could keep some items of which he had duplicates…

Sort of restores my faith in humanity. And you can rest assured his stuff will be returned quickly and in the same condition in which it was recieved. I want to get it all back to him before I have a chance to spill something on it…