Reporting LIVE...from the center of the earth

I have a phone line! And gas! And it's 11 am and I should get dressed and go to work but instead I'm still in my boxers and on the computer. I was just so excited by the phone and couldn't decide who I should call first and decided my first dialling should be done with the modem so I can announce to the world my happiness.

Also, the gas guy was totally my scary racist uncle. But also had this strange self-esteem problem. He brought up the fact that the neighborhood was gentrifying, and "I for one am glad to see it." At this point I said "are we done down here?" Unfortunately we weren't, and he continued on for a few more minutes, despite my attempts to gently disagree then change the subject. Then when he left, the following exchange occured.

"Looks like you're all set."
"Okaay, great."
"Let me double check this furnace....yep, it's electronic ignition so I don't need to light it."
"Good, good to know."
"Not that you'd want me firing it up for you today!"
"No, you're right."
"Yep, it's electronic ignition....looks like it's been installed well."
"Cool, good to know."
Pause.
"Well, I'll get out of your face now."
"Thanks for your help."
"I'll be leaving now."
"Alright, well thanks and have a good day."
"Okay, you're all set."
Then as I'm shutting the door behind him: "Byyyyyye!"

I couldn't flip that deadbolt fast enough.

Also, when I asked him how long it was take the boiler to heat up he said "oh, about two or three days." I tried to remain calm. "Oh. Okay." He starts snickering. "Try two to three hours!" Don't joke about a man's ability to take a hot shower.

I will be leaving soon and NOT watching the "Move Your Feet" video on heavy rotation.

Welcome back dommeyourass!!

And I'm calling it quits

I know thebrownhornet and limenal will be sad to hear this, but I don't think I can eat cheesesteaks from Philly's Best anymore. They wreak havoc on my system and I think I'm starting to get the hint. Guess it's best that I no longer live across the street from them.

I've been grinding my teeth at night like a fiend. I can tell because my jaw is sore during the day and I'm getting headaches. Like right now.

Too bad that I have boatloads of work today with a deadline, because I am in a writing mood. Why must dayjobs ruin everything?

I don't think "god awful" was in my Crayola box of sixty-four crayons.

Why is it when I'm not on livejournal I think of a million and one things to write about, mostly pop culture or people observations but occasionally more philosophical concepts, yet as soon as I hit that button, my mind blanks to match the window?

At least I remember one thing. Money.

First off, congratufckinglations to me for finally writing this three-page critical analysis and guess what? I think it might actually be good. And I even got really into it and enjoyed myself for the second-half, which is a pleasant sign since I'm sure more of these will be coming along if I go to grad school.

I decided to nix applying for the fellowship, in part because I read all pages of the requirements, and one is not eligible for applying if you're attending grad school at the time of applying or during the year of the award. I was going to apply anyway, thinking that if they wanted to give me $7,000 to write, I would defer grad school for a year. But then I kept reading and found out notification wouldn't happen until the end of December, so looks like I'll wait until the next round in two years. Assuming I'm still living in Illinois. I mean, I'm not planning on going anywhere, but hell, a year ago I probably didn't think I'd be sitting here writing the things I am and thinking the things I think.

What the hell am I thinking?

I'm thinking that I miss Lowenstein who had to go home to her cats and to just be home but I wish that plan could simultaneously inclde her in the bed with me. I'm also thinking that I'm relieved she's feeling welcomed in the new space.
I'm thinking that I really miss cable or maybe I just need to go get that antennae back from TheBrownHornet so I don't hurt my eyes when I'm watching the four or five channels I have, because I don't think I really watch television for the programming, it's more the act itself of allowing my brain to congeal for an hour or two before I wander off to do something more interesting like the logic puzzles I bought at Walgreens or creating a new mix on my computer.
I'm thinking that I still haven't completely embraced my new home but that I'm approaching the space timidly, despite it beckoning to me in a very welcoming way. For some reason I'm gun shy, perhaps because the space was so clean and new and unused when I came into it, but it's patient and allows me to discover it on my own.
I'm thinking that I miss my mother something terrible, though not exactly my mother now since I don't really know what she's like these days but my mother from years ago. The one I knew best and still hold in my heart.
I'm thinking that I'm not looking forward to DJing for six hours tomorrow night which probably means I'll have a relatively good time. Of course now that I've said this, something rotten will happen.
I'm thinking that it's time to go to bed.