January 22, 2007

• Right now, there are only 3 things standing between myself and my new uber-pad.

  Well, ok, 4 if you count a shopping spree at Ikea, but that's more like
  a complimentary initiative with silly scandinavian words.

  1. Time. Less than two weeks until February 1st!

  2. Packing and moving all my possessions, of which i have many. 
  Do the dishes, pack them. Wash every bit of laundry i own, pack it.
  Call the mover, make a date. Hoard cardboard boxes like a
  cardboard-hoard mofo.

  3. Idiocy, coupled with frustration. My realtor, Jim, can't seem to get
  a hold of my current landlady to get a reference. My landlady, who
  lives downstairs, has five different cell phone numbers- none of which
  seem to work.  I called some of them myself , and each time either
  the line was disconnected, or I ended up having a disjointed
  conversation (Allo? Heello?? Who this? Herro? No, wha?) with  a
  variety of confused asian people. So i left a note on her door, and she
  in turn spoke to someone in Jim's office, and Jim called her back on
  the RIGHT number somehow, but she didn't realize it was him, and the
  situation is getting awfully clusterfucky about now.  I have yet! to
  sign!! the lease!!! because of this. gahhhh.

  I'm hanging on though. Last night I sent my Mum a google-map of my new
  neighborhood, and she recognized some of the streets from when she and
  my father lived in Melrose. I was born less than a mile away up on the
  hill, and for the first few months of my life we lived in an apartment
  (i vaguely recall some bad stucco from the vantage point of my
  bouncy-chair) which was less than 3 blocks from where I'll be moving. I
  think that's a good sign, no?

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