Our Lady of Syntax

I am currently writing to you, my lovely f-list, FROM MY BED. This is wildly exciting, given my less-than-awesome past with establishing Internet access immediately post-move. Shockingly, however, the guy from Time Warner showed up precisely in the middle of the 4-hour appointment range and set up my Internet access with a minimum of fuss. Did I mention it's cable Internet, for roughly half what Haley and I paid for DSL? Damn straight.

While stuck in the apartment waiting for the Time Warner guy, I unpacked like an unpacking fiend. Aside from two horribly disorganized office-related boxes, my yarn stash, and my books, all of which are pending an Ikea trip in a couple weeks, I am DONE DONE DONE, and it looks fucking awesome, and you should all come over and see it as soon as possible. Just, you know, not all at the same time, because there's no way you'd all fit.

Just so y'all know:

At long last, the movers are coming at 8:30 tomorrow morning. This is awesome and exciting and I will be SO GLAD when this stupid process is over. My Internet access, however, is going to be spotty to nonexistent for a while. I'll be home tomorrow through the weekend, so I won't have access at work. A guy from Time Warner is coming on Friday morning/afternoon, but I have come to expect nothing but duplicity and lameness from my Internet providers, so who knows if I'll actually have Internet access by the time the guy leaves, or if he'll come at all. Anyway, unless I manage to pirate a signal from one of my new neighbors, which isn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, I will at the very least be sans Internet through tomorrow and Thursday, and possibly right up until I get to work on Monday. So pick up the phone if you want to get in touch with me, is what I'm saying.

Meanwhile, anyone and everyone who feels like stopping by my new place over the next several days to keep me company while I unpack and also maybe help me carry stuff home from Target, please do let me know. I have several days to look forward to of no company but my cat and a bunch of boxes. Also, I'm about to live in literally the most accessible-by-subway neighborhood in Brooklyn (seriously, I think I'm within walking distance of every train that comes into Brooklyn except the L and the JMZ), so there's really no excuse not to visit.