Blink. Yawn.
Aug. 9th, 2005 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlMan. I think I just slept for about sixteen hours. My body? Has shitty timing, in case you were wondering.
Even the Hacking Cough of Doom combined with the Equilibrium Destroying Death Earache couldn't keep me from making the trek out to SIGN MY LEASE yesterday. That's right, kids: Haley and I have a real grown-up person apartment in Bed-Stuy, coincidentally enough less than a ten minute walk away from my dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elephantgiraffe and mary_wroth. It's got hardwood floors and brand new appliances and an entirely gutted and redone bathroom and an extra bedroom that we're going to turn into a den, bitch. It's close to laundry and groceries and public transportation, and the four of us crazy LJ kids are the only white people around for miles. Oh yeah, and our building is named, I swear to god, "Princess." I think I'm in love.
I still don't have a school placement for the fall. I still don't know what the hell my relationship will look like after tomorrow night. I still can't hear out of my left ear. I do, however, know that Haley and I are renting an apartment from a Hasidic jewish gentleman who seemed very concerned that I not whack my head on the kitchen cabinets as I was filling out the rental application yesterday, and that makes me happy.
Oh, that reminds me: You know what else makes me happy? As I was leaving the doctor's office yesterday with my prescriptions clutched in my hand, I was accosted by a man in a Duane Reade uniform who asked me brightly if I'd like to take care of my prescription right there. He led me to a machine where, through a system of two webcams, a telephone, and a scanner, I was able to do everything short of actually picking up my prescription before I ever stepped foot in the store. That makes me happy.
Even the Hacking Cough of Doom combined with the Equilibrium Destroying Death Earache couldn't keep me from making the trek out to SIGN MY LEASE yesterday. That's right, kids: Haley and I have a real grown-up person apartment in Bed-Stuy, coincidentally enough less than a ten minute walk away from my dear
elephantgiraffe and mary_wroth. It's got hardwood floors and brand new appliances and an entirely gutted and redone bathroom and an extra bedroom that we're going to turn into a den, bitch. It's close to laundry and groceries and public transportation, and the four of us crazy LJ kids are the only white people around for miles. Oh yeah, and our building is named, I swear to god, "Princess." I think I'm in love.I still don't have a school placement for the fall. I still don't know what the hell my relationship will look like after tomorrow night. I still can't hear out of my left ear. I do, however, know that Haley and I are renting an apartment from a Hasidic jewish gentleman who seemed very concerned that I not whack my head on the kitchen cabinets as I was filling out the rental application yesterday, and that makes me happy.
Oh, that reminds me: You know what else makes me happy? As I was leaving the doctor's office yesterday with my prescriptions clutched in my hand, I was accosted by a man in a Duane Reade uniform who asked me brightly if I'd like to take care of my prescription right there. He led me to a machine where, through a system of two webcams, a telephone, and a scanner, I was able to do everything short of actually picking up my prescription before I ever stepped foot in the store. That makes me happy.
