Leg-Lifting On The Dock Of The Bay

No TV. No internet. FOR OVER A WEEK! Can you imagine...

I have gone long stretches with no TV before and I am pretty sure I could do it again. It is very tempting. What makes this tough is that I basically still don't have any of my stuff! I am reading quickly with all this down-time at The Ass Menagerie HQ, and I only brought 4 books. That was supposed to last me a long long time, but I bet I knock them off in a few weeks at this rate.

This is no crime - to read that is. I enjoy it actually. I am basically working and reading and sleeping. I have been pretty good at planning out the groceries so I don't need to do too much eating out or anything either. If all I am gonna do is microwave dinner, read, and sleep at my new place, I got WAY too much apartment.

Naturally, I one day need SOME furnishings. The dream would be to only pick up stuff I really like as I see it. I am very proud of myself that I have so far had all my needs met for the minimal furnishings I have without a visit to IKEA. I like Ligonberries as much as the next Swede, but I am very much fed up with disposable furniture. Dammit, no more IKEA for me! Maybe a throw rug or something, but nothing more. We'll see if I stick with it.

Basically I am just kinda treading water til I get back to Chicago to dispose of my life there. That will be coming in a few weeks. I need to decide if I wanna use a moving van, moving service, or throw everything out. Do I buy a car there and drive out what I want and toss the rest? These are all vexing problems, but they gotta be worked out somehow. I suppose worrying about it won't change anything, but not worrying enough is how I have ended up accumulating so much crap.

It doesn't pay to think for me. It doesn't pay to read my thinking to you. Sorry bout that!

posted at 03:36 PM

...Exhale...

We made it to California in one piece. I can already feel myself decompressing. I can feel the old, soft me cracking through the tundra crust. It has been a year. A very very weird year. I am now permanently cured of any feelings about wanting to be "home", meaning the Midwest. I have some idea of why I decided to go through all this shit moving there and moving back. Some of the reasons are good, some of them are bad.

posted at 06:52 PM

Eschuco Mas, Escrito Un Poco

Just trying to keep up y'all!

posted at 09:44 PM