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I hate working to the sounds of soft rock.
Aug. 2nd, 2004 12:43 pmLa. Lonely. Sort of. More like that fun stage where you feel sort of sad, sort of not, and what you'd really like most in the world [if you can't have exactly what would cure what ails you] is to not have to do anything at all. Thus work looming over my head for the next seven days is not appealing.
Sigh. I'll probably be lurking on zee boards very, very shortly, but first I have to get it set up so my normal haunt on aol doesn't spaz. Which means cleaning out the email box. Always time consuming.
Wow. I just looked at the clock and I thought for sure it was going to say 2pm or 3:33 or something. It's 12:33. That's it!
I'm so... out of it.
Oh. While Ryan was here, he decided to say, very seriously and more than once, "We should get an apartment together." And then went out and got one of those apartment guides and called around to various places. o_O This is weird because, well... the idea of taking a massive step down in living conditions? Unappealing. He also seems to have forgotten something very, very important. Charleston does not have public transportation worth a damn, so we'd need a car. Or two. Which could be a problem since he's broker than I am. :P
And now back to cleaning out my usual AOL mailbox. Currently it's at 978 [so if you need to email me, it should work], but I don't think it'll open properly in actual AOL until I knock it down to 700-something. Wish me luck.
Also, if I could find my stamps, I could send stuff.
Sigh. I'll probably be lurking on zee boards very, very shortly, but first I have to get it set up so my normal haunt on aol doesn't spaz. Which means cleaning out the email box. Always time consuming.
Wow. I just looked at the clock and I thought for sure it was going to say 2pm or 3:33 or something. It's 12:33. That's it!
I'm so... out of it.
Oh. While Ryan was here, he decided to say, very seriously and more than once, "We should get an apartment together." And then went out and got one of those apartment guides and called around to various places. o_O This is weird because, well... the idea of taking a massive step down in living conditions? Unappealing. He also seems to have forgotten something very, very important. Charleston does not have public transportation worth a damn, so we'd need a car. Or two. Which could be a problem since he's broker than I am. :P
And now back to cleaning out my usual AOL mailbox. Currently it's at 978 [so if you need to email me, it should work], but I don't think it'll open properly in actual AOL until I knock it down to 700-something. Wish me luck.
Also, if I could find my stamps, I could send stuff.
