I’m in the new place, with internet all turned on, and new desk delivered and installed, everything seemingly in place. Now is the time, I tell myself, that I have to work, to get something done. Trouble is that it’s not happening. Still have a half dozen things going through my head, all at the same time. Why is it that once the major issues are dealt with the smaller things start to get bigger? It’s surely only mental.

First off, I got the wrong desk. I measured the wrong parts. I was worried about the protruding electric heater getting in the way, but the main issue is the wooden support half way through the desk that prevents me and my long limbs from properly sitting down… So I’m typing this sideways. I hope I can return it.

Second thing is my computer. It needs a new hard drive, but! Lo and behold the battery is now no good. (It goes from an 80% charge straight to zero) And I wanted to get an OS upgrade at the same time too… So, I’m thinking a new computer (maybe a lease to own option or something) would be a better use of the $500.

Third is the laundry. Haven’t washed much in the last couple of weeks. Not surprisingly either, considering all that has gone on in the last 4 weeks. If I were further along on this project that is due on Monday I’d probably get it done tomorrow. Maybe my all or nothing mentality is the problem here. Maybe washing a load of essentials is better than doing everything at the same time…

Fourth, I miss my girlfriend. I hate long-distance. I really do. Having her here last week was nice, but now I feel her absence that much more.

So there you have it, a couple of things to worry about. But, what I don’t need to worry about now is this place. I’m not homeless and I picked a pretty good place to boot. It’s remarkably quiet and the room-mate is a living oxymoron – he’s a quiet metal-head. We seem to be getting on and some days I don’t see him. We don’t share a wall so when he jams his “music” in his room I can’t hear a thing.

The neighborhood is wonderful, and there are lots of restaurants and coffee shops that promise to suck the money I save on rent away from me. Just came from a cup of coffee and a gingerbread latte at Bridgehead. Nice.

By way of update, the lawyers contacted me on Thursday and promise me that everything will be dealt with in short order. Meaning a week or two. It would be so nice to get this shit behind me once and for all.

Now… Back to writing this book review… sideways.

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