I just dropped my watch on the basement floor. I could only watch it fall. The face is so heavy that it hit first. The glass spider-cracked like a windshield. It seems to go all the way through.

It feels like I’ve just performed some kind of ritual sacrifice.

Wow. Shocked and empty.

Organization and writing letters are good ways for me to bring calm. Yesterday, I got a new (old) register for my checkbook, as I’d filled the last one up. I updated the new one and balanced the checkbook, which always makes me feel good. Then, I put away the gargantuan amount of laundry that I’d done just before the weekend. Hung up clothes, folded them, put them away in drawers. After that, I went through a lot of my mail. I tossed the trash, and took stock of my bill situation. My bill situation is actually good. That was a good feeling, for sure.

Then I started a letter to . I finished it this morning, so it should go out in the mail today or tomorrow. I should really find the outgoing mail here in the office. Anyway, starting the letter and watching West Wing finished my calm, and I ended up getting a pretty good night’s sleep.

I can’t even shower for 15 minutes before the water heater craps out on me. Argh. At least I was able to sleep in for about a half an hour, as my Dad is out of town on a business trip. 10:30 to 5:30. I’m so old. :)

I think I’m going to pick that Jyhad vs. McWorld book up again, as I can only refresh my friends page so often before I go nutty.

Still no voice mail from the apartment complex. If they don’t make an effort to give me a call, I’m calling them as soon as I get off of work.

So far, my day’s been pretty good. Mancino’s for lunch. Lots of joking around with cow-orkers. Looks like we’re getting ready to move into the pods downstairs. I can’t wait.

Tonight’s a Luna night, but I think I’m going to go to bed at a reasonable hour.

Oh, my schedule’s been updated. Soon, I’ll be on 9 AM to 6 PM, with my days off on Wednesday and Thursday. Club nights are going to be easy for me in the future. :)

I have a plan, if DTN tries to badmouth me to Schooner Cove. I’m going to call DTN and do what my Dad does. I’m going to demand what I deserve. I’m NOT going to put up with paying for something that I didn’t do.

I’ve honestly been stewing over this since yesterday, when I found out that my application had been initially declined. It’s not healthy to let this frustration and anger bubble like it is. I’m going to try to get it out through writing, once I get home. I’m also going to try to get it out through organization and such. I dunno.

I’m torn between the desire to whine for hours and the desire to punch a hole in the wall. How very angsty of me.

I need for Ganesha/Ganapati to remove an obstacle.

A huge war-hammer smashing -through- the obstacle is a more likely option.

The apartment has a dishwasher. Safeway, a rental history check organization, shows that I’ve either had a judgement against me in court for an eviction or late rent. I have never been to court over rental issues. I was not named in the Lair suit. The time DTN served me was avoided by paying the rent. There has never been a judgement filed against me in this manner. This apartment has a DISHWASHER.

I’m even thinking of painting one of the rooms. Yes, , my ways seem to be changing. And it is YOUR fault as well as ‘s fault.

In case you didn’t hear, this apartment has a DISHWASHER.

Removal of obstacles.