I got half of Chapter 7 typed in the 45 minutes I had between dinner, talk with Mom, and bed. This chapter just seems heavier.

is right. I don’t like eating at home very much. And I do really need to change that. It’s been easier at my parents, because Mom always has leftovers warmed up for me when I walk in the door. I always have problems in Lansing, and am all like “Let’s go out to get something!”. She said she wanted to break me of that. I think that this is a very good idea.

I have said all of that in the past. I’ve tried before, but I eventually fall off the wagon. Let’s see how well I can stay on. Maybe narrow it down to 1 meal a day out while I’m in Lansing. That would significantly cut down on expenses.

If I were to plan the moving for my actual move-in date (Wednesday, November 26th), should I schedule the actual move for after five so that work peoples can get there? Or should I just say “give me a call when you can help, and I’ll let you know whether to meet me in Shelby or in Ypsi”? I’m thinking about the latter. And I’m totally waffling on the painting idea again. Heh.

The anticipation and excitement about having my own place again is beginning to show its face once more. :)

I just finished Adventures in the Dream Trade, which is a book by Neil Gaiman about all sorts of random stuff.

I finished it because I spent an hour yesterday in my car waiting for the Weavers to get home so that I could pick up their keys for apartment-sitting purposes. I stuck around till about ten minutes until 8, and then took off back to the TWP. They called me later (while I was sleeping – which resulted in me not sleeping, but hey, at least they tried to contact me) and left me some voice mails, which I checked this morning. It ended up in me not having to worry about it. While the 20 minute commute would have been nice for a few days, I would have spent on food what I saved on gas. So, *SHRUG*, no big deal.

On the way back to the TWP, I had the most odd… thing… happen to me. I was suddenly frustrated, extremely sad, like someone was taking my heart and crushing it. I hadn’t felt the desire to actually cry in months, and it was almost suffocating while I was driving. is fine, my family is fine, and I’ve heard no reports of any tradgedies (well, any new ones) since yesterday. I worry about it, but it’s a background process.

So, since the book I was obsessing over (limited edition, numbered hardback edition, thank you ) is finished, I might actually *gasp* start Chapter 8. And no, since I was feeling so absolutely shitty yesterday, I went right to bed when I got home. I should really learn not to promise specific deadlines for typing things up. ;)

Also, as a side note, I haven’t finished any but one snail mail letter. I need to snag more envelopes from Dad and print out more return address labels. I’ll still write, but they won’t go out till tomorrow at the earliest.

Matrix: Revolutions was über-cool. Best movie I’ve seen in years, hands down. It tied up the trilogy perfectly. Two Skippy thumbs up.

Today, at work, I have letters to write and a checkbook to balance. Then I work out, have a snack to tide me over until I can get back to Shelby, then pick up the keys for apartment-sitting for the Weavers.

Today, at home, I have only two things to do before wonderful sleep. Type up Chapter 7 and pack for apartment-sitting.

I’m so damn sleepy.

WARNING: Spoilers in comments.

Argh. In the middle of a heated discussion over abortion at work. It’s fairly unpleasant. People bitch about killing babies, but will send kids off to war.

I can’t beleive how much seeing just recharges me to be able to deal with the world. Just retarded levels of goodness.

Anyway, I did most of Chapter 7 on Tuesday between Denny’s and Theio’s and such. Much goodness. Already have one stamp of approval and will be tying it up to send out soon. Never fear, rabid readers. ;)

I have letters to write, but probably won’t get to them until tomorrow. But, I -will- get to them.

It feels really, really right to be engaged. Dear gods, nothing has ever felt so right.

There were good conversations about free will and consciousness (I still think that free will is the ability to make a choice independant of a direct influence, and consciousness is the ability to create new choices, while thinks that free will encompasses both), good hangin’ out and videos with and his roomie, and several attempted (and fruitless) tries at catching up on LJ.

All in all, a great weekend.