Chapter 7 has been typed up and mailed out. Along with every other chapter that I’ve finished so far.

I got a sheet of address labels printed out – half for the TWP and half for the apartment in Ypsi. Yay for transition. ;)

I’m all packed for this weekend. I even shaved my face. Except for the eyebrows, nosehair, and goatee, anyway.

Sunday morning traffic meant that I got to work in an hour. Smooth and speedy trip, though a bit chilly.

Got all my letters sent out yesterday. So, today is balancing the checkbook and then putzing around wishing I had a book to read. :)

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.