Stuff in my head.

I need two floor lamps for my bedroom. And, most likely, an extension cord. Also, cereal and milk. A general grocery shopping trip should happen sometime soon.

I have a picture of how I want my bedroom to be in my head. The computer room/library is still fuzzy. The TV and kitchen table are coming tomorrow night. Also, I’m wondering if I should hook my game consoles in to the big TV or the little one. Maybe I’ll just put the little TV in the bedroom.

I’m thinking about not painting the library/computer room. I’m thinking of plastering it with posters and wall hangings instead. Anybody know how to find out weather or not it’s okay to put a nail in a spot on the wall? Does there have to be a stud behind it? How do I find a stud if needed? Wait, that sounded all wrong.

In the bathroom, I may have a few wall hangings, but I’m thinking of doing something like the Weavers did with their bathroom. Sponge painting with different shaped sponges, I think. Anyway, it’s something to think about.

I’ll decide tonight on weather to make it just a computer room or a library/computer room. The soft light and bookshelves might work so much better in the living room. And then, in the computer room, I can get that flexible tube lighting that has had and stick it on the ceiling somehow. Despite what my parents always told me, I will have christmas lights on my ceiling. MU HA HA!

If I decide to make it part reading room, though, then I’ll want a light that’s pleasant to read by. This is my conundrum. Any suggestions are welcome. :)

Work is on and off busy today. I have letters that got sent out this morning, and more letters to write, but no more envelopes to put them in. I have them at home, so I might write them here, let them get all wrinkly on my drive to my apartment, then address them there. MAAAYBE.

My first break isn’t until 12. My lunch isn’t until 2:30. Argh. Skippy hungry now. Clearly a trip to the vending machine is in order on my break.

I don’t know how soon I’ll have internet access at my new place, so it may be a while before the new chapters get sent out. As soon as I have it, though, you’ll be getting your fix. :)

Second-hand.

I’m going to need to snag one of you Ann Arbor peoples to show me how to get to the U of M version of MSU Salvage. I’m looking to pick up a good metal filing cabinet, and those places are great to get stuff like that. I could even pick up some chairs for my science table turned dining room table. :)

Plans for furniture layout are churning in my mind. I feel like I should be saying, “Excellent, Smithers.” MU HA HA!

Moving Day

I’m all moved in, except for my ginormous television and my ginormous kitchen table AKA science table that you can set things on FIRE on top of.

I won’t get a chance to move things around until tomorrow night, as I’m working today and hanging in the TWP tonight. Leftovers! *does the Skippy Shuffle*

I have canned Sunny Delight here, and wonderful sammich material at home. I’ve got my first load of dishes done in my new dishwasher and I’ve slept on my wonderful futon once again.

And the hot water NEVER RAN OUT in the shower this morning! :) In the complete lack of traffic on 94, I made it into work in 15 minutes.

Oh, and I got letters from and on my move-in day. That added to the coolness of everytone that came out and helped. I can’t thank everyone enough. :)

Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): In her book *Writing Down the Bones,* Natalie Goldberg tells aspiring wordsmiths to “Write from your obsessions. They’re going to run your life anyway, so why not harness them?” That’s good advice if you’re an artist in any medium. The consuming fetishes and raging fantasies that threaten to drive you crazy can be converted into excellent raw material for your creative urges. But what if you’re not a novelist or painter or musician or actor? How can you turn your obsessions into assets? Be alert for answers to this question. Cosmic forces are conspiring to bring you crisp new insights.

Once again…

… I was late to work. M53 was a parking lot. Van Dyke was a parking lot. I696 was a parking lot. I275 was a parking lot. M14 was not a parking lot.

Twenty minutes late. Luckily, I’m never going to have to make a Monday morning trip like that again. Well, not in the near future anyway. I don’t have to drive in to work from Shelby until Friday morning, and after that… probably not until Xmas.

So far, I’ve got these people helping out for the move on Wednesday:

Dad, starts in the morning with me with his 2004 Malibu.
Joe, starts whenever he gets in to Shelby from Lansing with his S10.
, starts around 1 or 2 with his… uhm… whatever car.
and , whenever they can show up in the Cresta.
Mike and Amy Weaver (possibly just Mike), with their Ford Focus after 6 PM.
, with his leeetle car, after 9 PM. Probably mostly unpacking and hanging out by this point. Heh.

And possibly Mark aka Cho Cho with his ginormous truck. I’ll have to bug him tomorrow to find out if he can get around his family stuff for hauling one load.

Dad is going to try to see if GM will let him borrow a van for the day, but it’s iffy. I’ve got my fingers crossed.

Sinus meds fix mood. News at 11.

So, sinus medication fixes almost everything. I’ve got the PC nearly completely packed, and the Mac sans peripherals. Not bad for watching anime down here in the basement for the last time in a while and being online (read: IM’ing).

I’m also going to gather and straighten stuff in the bedroom and pack for tomorrow night in Lansing. I miss terribly and desperately. I wish she had access to an OS X mac with iChat AV. That would cut way down on the cell phone bills, and we’d be able to be distracted while talking. *sigh*

I really, truly, and only somewhat secretly wish that we could be together as often as we were when I was jobless.

But, then, it could be almost that if I can make a career out of writing. So rare, but such a worthwhile goal.

Sometimes I worry that I’m too good at tech support, since it’s nowhere close to what I want to do for the rest of my life.

Dream world.

Shelby Twp has been a dream world for me. A dream world of no responsibility and a nightmare of constantly driving. A haze of heavy lids in front of a steering wheel and being overly-thankful for rest areas on highways.

Never getting the same kind of air means rarely getting a restful sleep. Smokey air, air filled with dog hair, or really, really dry air. Sure, once I’m used to it, I’m fine, but I’m always changing, always moving.

I have a headache and am fairly sleep-deprived. I feel like I’ve got a cold sweat, so maybe I’m getting sick again. I don’t know.

I didn’t expect it to be this painful to push my way out of the dream world.