crim is moving out
crim is moving out! she is leaving TONIGHT. calloo, callay, etc. she's going to stay with the friends with whom she was temporarily staying when rene went to get her from missouri in the first place. then, after a while, this guy in california who has the hots for her is going to go get her and take her to live with him. she's leaving some of her stuff here and will get it on the way to CA. BUT WHO CARES? she shall be gone. oh my yes. there are so many things i could tell you about why we want her to leave (all of us do, rene, his mom and i) but right now let's just celebrate.
also: i have a desk! it is big and nice and rene's ottoman is the perfect chair for it. (which sounds low, but i can also work at it standing up. i have always wanted a desk at which i can do that! perhaps i am just short.)it is also the first table in the apartment at which meals could potentially be eaten. story of desk acquisition: we saw it by the dumpster outside our building. i said, "i want that." while i was at work, and completely forgetting about it, rene brought it inside. the end.
in all this, i have not knit a single row on a single thing for the past few days. however, i have been reading (more moore, and ender in exile, which is quite good) and doing more planning work on potential bookbinding projects so it's all right.
mood: celebratory
music: crim in the next room on the phone, making plans for leaving. it really is music.
PS not to be a bitch or anything. but.
okay, there's nothing i can say after that. i do want her gone.
also: i have a desk! it is big and nice and rene's ottoman is the perfect chair for it. (which sounds low, but i can also work at it standing up. i have always wanted a desk at which i can do that! perhaps i am just short.)it is also the first table in the apartment at which meals could potentially be eaten. story of desk acquisition: we saw it by the dumpster outside our building. i said, "i want that." while i was at work, and completely forgetting about it, rene brought it inside. the end.
in all this, i have not knit a single row on a single thing for the past few days. however, i have been reading (more moore, and ender in exile, which is quite good) and doing more planning work on potential bookbinding projects so it's all right.
mood: celebratory
music: crim in the next room on the phone, making plans for leaving. it really is music.
PS not to be a bitch or anything. but.
okay, there's nothing i can say after that. i do want her gone.