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This may be my last journal entry until Thursday or Friday, since we're moving into the place in Shaker tonight and we don't have internet there yet.
I know, how will we live.
But, my little baby kitties will be there with us: so it won't be all bad. I'll probably spend most of the time cleaning (the former tenants had some rather unsavory habits, like smoking and splattering grease on the walls) and taking up staples and nails (had to pull up a carpet, exactly for the last reason stated in parenthesis).
The place has central air, which makes it something of an improvement over my parent's. I mean, there isn't leather furniture or a pool: but it should be easier for me to breathe, even with cleaning agents in the air. We also won't have a TV - but again, I've lived with less.
Robin already transported my new (Kelsey's old) laptop there, so I might even get some writing done on a digital platform. I've done some pen-and-paper work over the weekend, mostly to develop an inter-planetary communications system which I'm plagiarizing from is an homage to Nathan Lowell's idea from the "Golden Age of the Solar Clipper." The idea itself is dead simple, but allows for a ludicrous amount of expansion once you start thinking about it. I've already closed a fairly major plot hole that I was worried about (found it in my still-developing plot line), and there's room for quite a few other points of interest as well.
Health is ok. Got plenty of rest over the weekend (as did the Brewster dog, who spent many long hours watching movies with me - some on his back on the couch), and I'm making a concerted effort not to over-stress myself. Sleep is something of an issue, but I suspect it will be until I get into a more regular schedule. Such is life.
Now, off to pack all the stuff that still at my parents. It's not much, and I'm leaving Robin's PC as it is. It's not that I don't want to be helpful; it's just that there's a very real feeling of "it will come to life and try to merge with your soul" aura about it.
To be honest, I don't even put my feet too close to it.
Eep.
Peace Out!
I know, how will we live.
But, my little baby kitties will be there with us: so it won't be all bad. I'll probably spend most of the time cleaning (the former tenants had some rather unsavory habits, like smoking and splattering grease on the walls) and taking up staples and nails (had to pull up a carpet, exactly for the last reason stated in parenthesis).
The place has central air, which makes it something of an improvement over my parent's. I mean, there isn't leather furniture or a pool: but it should be easier for me to breathe, even with cleaning agents in the air. We also won't have a TV - but again, I've lived with less.
Robin already transported my new (Kelsey's old) laptop there, so I might even get some writing done on a digital platform. I've done some pen-and-paper work over the weekend, mostly to develop an inter-planetary communications system which I'm plagiarizing from is an homage to Nathan Lowell's idea from the "Golden Age of the Solar Clipper." The idea itself is dead simple, but allows for a ludicrous amount of expansion once you start thinking about it. I've already closed a fairly major plot hole that I was worried about (found it in my still-developing plot line), and there's room for quite a few other points of interest as well.
Health is ok. Got plenty of rest over the weekend (as did the Brewster dog, who spent many long hours watching movies with me - some on his back on the couch), and I'm making a concerted effort not to over-stress myself. Sleep is something of an issue, but I suspect it will be until I get into a more regular schedule. Such is life.
Now, off to pack all the stuff that still at my parents. It's not much, and I'm leaving Robin's PC as it is. It's not that I don't want to be helpful; it's just that there's a very real feeling of "it will come to life and try to merge with your soul" aura about it.
To be honest, I don't even put my feet too close to it.
Eep.
Peace Out!