Thursday, June 12, 2003

That Last Entry? I Swear I Wrote It This Morning

We've got a full house tonight for the first time ever. Chris and I are here, of course. Jen has moved in. Margaret and her friend Elizabeth are around sometimes. I assume they'll sleep here.

Today I've been boringly productive. I did dishes. I watered my plants. I took a load of laundry to the Lost Sock Laundromat. I swept all the floors downstairs. I got rid of boxes that were cluttering my room. I finished my review sheet for the law final. I tried to get Comcast to shut off the cable internet tomorrow, but they wanted to just turn it off when I called so I said I'd call back.

I watched The Price Is Right this morning and was disturbed. Any morning television is disturbing, really. It's frightening when Bewitched is a welcome respite from the overwhelming commercialism of daytime TV.

Today seemed like a weird day for Chris, though. I heard him listening to Elliott Smith this morning and IM'd to ask if anything was wrong. Nothing, he said. Later, he found out my boss offered him a job at my workplace. Even later, his girlfriend broke up with him. We spent a chunk of our afternoon at the Lost Sock, where they have several crappy video games and one broken pinball machine. We went to Pepe's for dinner (Pepe knows him by now and greets him warmly) and they had Afri again. It's even being sweetened correctly.

I don't know what's up this weekend. I have some things I'd like to do, and I have to go to my old apartment to do the final inspection and give keys back, that sort of thing. The new manager is described by Jenny as even creepier than Greg, the former manager who left in frustration a few months ago, and far more irritable with us in our few and inconsequential dealings. She went in one day to give our notice and he said she wouldn't have to be doing all this paperwork if we'd just stay in the apartment. Uhm, no.

I still have some stuff there, too, that needs to get dragged over here. That was the plan for tonight, but Kevin went to Bellevue to visit his friend Simon and work on a game (making one, not playing one) and didn't get home until after 9, at which point I was not interested in driving or moving crap.

Anyway, fuck a bunch of everything, I'm tired. Tomorrow there is a lot of shit to do and the only reason I can do any of it is that I'm not going to work.

I wanna be excited.

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