General Updates
May. 18th, 2007 02:46 pmApartment: I have a fridge, but no oven or dishwasher or air conditioning or smoke detector. I am supposed to be moving stuff in this evening so apparently I am going to have to move all my stuff over there and then live in the empty apartment that actually has appliances.
I am not going to pay any rent for the days that the apartment isn't completely ready.
I do, however, have a ceiling hook. Which means I need to get a hanging lamp or a hanging plant. Have to decide.
But why decide when I can ask y'all to?
[Poll #987288]
I am significantly less stressed today. Yay!
Now, for those of you who have been saying you are jealous of my dreams, here is where you may or may not stop being so.
( Dream )
ETA:
quizzicalsphinx just informed me that Lloyd Alexander died.
Besides the part where all my childhood heroes are apparently abandoning this mortal coil, this is another one that is particularly important to me because when I was eight years old, I went to see Lloyd Alexander read at a local bookshop.
A week later, I got a letter from him thanking me for the opportunity to meet me.
He was such a kind and wonderful, warm, affectionate man. I wrote to him a few times and saw him a few times when I was a kid and he was just a lovely, lovely person.
RIP.
I am not going to pay any rent for the days that the apartment isn't completely ready.
I do, however, have a ceiling hook. Which means I need to get a hanging lamp or a hanging plant. Have to decide.
But why decide when I can ask y'all to?
[Poll #987288]
I am significantly less stressed today. Yay!
Now, for those of you who have been saying you are jealous of my dreams, here is where you may or may not stop being so.
( Dream )
ETA:
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Besides the part where all my childhood heroes are apparently abandoning this mortal coil, this is another one that is particularly important to me because when I was eight years old, I went to see Lloyd Alexander read at a local bookshop.
A week later, I got a letter from him thanking me for the opportunity to meet me.
He was such a kind and wonderful, warm, affectionate man. I wrote to him a few times and saw him a few times when I was a kid and he was just a lovely, lovely person.
RIP.