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I've been zoning out on the internet all night. It's nice. I haven't dedicated much attention to livejournal for a while and it's so relaxing to browse through and actually type up some comments on some of your posts and lazily peruse through hobbie friends such as saucydwellings . It's like reading a magazine, only more interactive. I realized, "hey, I really miss lj!" Is this pathetic? I mean, we're all actual human beings here, and that's significant...but it's still the internet...so I guess that's supposed to make it negative somehow. Matt's enveloped in his guilty pleasure (game cube), so that makes it nice for me to not feel guilty about my pleasure (being you). I'm glad we finally figured this formula out.
I am working. It's been good. I would really like to start working full-time. We're waiting on an answer from my boss' potential new building interview which will determine whether or not I'll be working full-time. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I've caved in and decided to live in Renzo's basement apartment in Chicago. I haven't wanted to because it's a really small studio, the landlords are up in everyone's social business and it has pretty much no natural light. But it's super cheap and hassle-free as far as contracts and credit checks are concerned, so it basically fits my meager needs at this critical moment in my life.
I'm sick of winter. I hate feeling like I'm stuck inside even though I don't often go out. It's just nice to have the option.
Possibly weather related, my body is essentially shutting down. My boss is forcing me to see a doctor. She even scheduled an appointment for me after asking if it was okay and saying her doctor was good and would work out some payment plan for me. It seems weird, I guess. I've been feeling like something is seriously wrong with me, physically, and I haven't really been too anxious to figure out if I'm just being paranoid. I'd almost prefer not to know. My boss reasoned that it would be worth finding out in case nothing IS wrong then I can stop worrying about it. Point taken. I'm such a pessimist, I never even bother to consider that things will be fine.
Boring.
I am working. It's been good. I would really like to start working full-time. We're waiting on an answer from my boss' potential new building interview which will determine whether or not I'll be working full-time. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I've caved in and decided to live in Renzo's basement apartment in Chicago. I haven't wanted to because it's a really small studio, the landlords are up in everyone's social business and it has pretty much no natural light. But it's super cheap and hassle-free as far as contracts and credit checks are concerned, so it basically fits my meager needs at this critical moment in my life.
I'm sick of winter. I hate feeling like I'm stuck inside even though I don't often go out. It's just nice to have the option.
Possibly weather related, my body is essentially shutting down. My boss is forcing me to see a doctor. She even scheduled an appointment for me after asking if it was okay and saying her doctor was good and would work out some payment plan for me. It seems weird, I guess. I've been feeling like something is seriously wrong with me, physically, and I haven't really been too anxious to figure out if I'm just being paranoid. I'd almost prefer not to know. My boss reasoned that it would be worth finding out in case nothing IS wrong then I can stop worrying about it. Point taken. I'm such a pessimist, I never even bother to consider that things will be fine.
Boring.