I didn’t get jack done yesterday when it comes to apartments. I didn’t get to Lake in the Woods until after 6, and that’s when they closed. I didn’t get any phone calls made. And I doubt anyone’s going to be open on a Saturday after 5, but there’s no reason that I can’t leave a few voice mails about specials, touring and options.

List includes Schooner Cove, Ford Lake Landing, Lake in the Woods, and SilverTree. Anybody else who lives in the A2/Ypsi area want to recommend one? Rent.com and the Ann Arbor news are good sources, but either too expensive or scam-ish.

I purchased and am once again reading Urban Primitive. Fantastic book, and it’s making me think of just how many little communication and protection magics has done for me. The friendship bracelet, the coin, the watch, the little braided thingy on my work security card, the little monopoly charm, the “Te Amo” stitchwork… it just makes me smile.

Laundry to put away once I get home. Most likely the parentals won’t be home, so I get the whole place to myself. I have a feeling I’ll be on AIM or somesuch. Maybe even *gasp* some writing! A night alone in the parents’ house would be pretty schweet and relaxing.

I’ve got a lot of non-verbal thoughts bouncing around trying to figure out what they wanna clue me in to. Maybe I’ll ponder on that while I’m telling customers to power cycle their modems. :)

I just had Don Thacker of Skinnytie fame on my phone.

Holy crap. Stoopid universe.

Reboot your router, Don!

In other news, the Onion is still hilarious, Slashdot is still informative, I still want a shiny new Mac, and my sinus/headache medicine is kicking in wonderfully.

I crave a hug from like a monkey craves bananas.

I have a headache. Feels like a sleep headache. I wonder if I woke up a lot last night. I know that I was dreaming a lot, but as always, I can’t remember shit.

I have a cup of lukewarm coffee, which is good.

My commute was only 20 minutes this morning.

I had an excellent time yesterday with the Weavers. Really good China Gate food and then good gaming at the Ann Arbor Cam game. Ruben, the Malkavian Primogen of Canton, OH was a goddamn blast.

It’s a little disturbing to see a girl that I had a crush on in Junior High listed as a “Dance Music Diva” in Stuff magazine. Let alone to see her in a pose that was 99% sans clothing. So, once more, I’m thinking of the 10 year high school reunion, and how far I’ve come in life… and in some cases, how far I haven’t come.

This kind of thinking does not help my headache any. I’m going to grab some sinus meds from the car when my break comes around.

All the documentation that SafeRent could possibly want and/or need has been sent out. Hand-written bits of Chapter 6 have been typed up. I’ve signed up for my benefits here at work. Character sheet for tonight’s Cam game is printed out. I’ve signed up for my one day off this year, and it’s nowhere near where my weekends will be in December, nor is it close to any day that I actually wanted off. *SHRUG*

My lunch isn’t until 2 thanks to a team meeting. If my stomach wasn’t going to be eating itself alive later on, that might be funny.

Tonight, since I’m going to be by there anyway, I’m going to pick up an app for the apartment complex that the Weavers live in, as well as call Schooner Cove and Ford Lake Landing about options available to me.

I’m feeling a little dreary. Hopefully working out and China Gate will solve that soon after my shift is over. :)

Didn’t end up writing at all on lunch yesterday. Instead, I headed out with the Vic-man to Mancino’s and we talked about women. It was a good time, and the taco salad was delicious. Today I’m heading out on lunch alone and have the coney firmly in my sights. No Mountain Dew, though.

Thanks to training, which has saved me from the phones for several hours, my lunch won’t come around until 1:30. Good thing I had some breakfast this morning. Mmmm, cold pizza. :)

Last night I wrote to the mad spinning skillz0rz0rz0rz (ziggurat!) of the . Music and atmosphere and friends always make writing flow so much more naturally. I’m past the halfway point of Chapter 6, and still chugging away. It’s a good feeling.

I need to focus on getting out of Shelby Township. I find within myself the fear-inducing ability to become satisfied with the current situation, and I will NOT abandon my independence to sloth. I. Will. Not.