You can't be me, I'm a Rock Star. I'm rhyming on the top of a cop car.

[raybear]

Because dommeyourass teased me last night about writing in my journal about my phlegm, I feel compelled to say more this morning, except there's really nothing to report. I've used up the box of tissues on my desk, but that's about it.

I have officework to do this morning. Work with a deadline. Work that isn't time-consuming, but one would think I'd do it first, then go back to e-mail and apartment searching and reading rules of publication submission, except you'd be wrong. I'm going to wait until I have 45 minutes left and then enjoy the adrenline rush of high productivity and deadline. Oh, the silly lengths I will endure to make my deskjob exciting, even if just for a moment.

This morning we looked at a house to rent by the California green line stop. It was good, not great. And yet, my brain keeps going back to it and saying "it's a house! you could live in a house!". Except the lack of yard didn't make it feel like a house, just a split-level apartment. There was a washer and dryer in the basement. And two sets of stairs. It just wasn't quite nice enough to make it work. Except....it's a house! That's what my brain keeps saying. I'm just obsessed in general with new housing. I think in some ways it's a byproduct of living in Chicago -- as long as I've been here, every time I visit someone's apartment I feel like I'm checking out the goods and shopping. Perhaps that should be added to my list: I want to live in a home that makes me not feel compelled to mentally apartment hunt whenever I'm elsewhere. That might be a bit lofty.

Yesterday I realized it was almost Friday night and I had no plans and I started to have that social panic of "it's Friday night and I have no plans!" but then it was quickly replaced by elation about having no plans. I have big plans involving cleaning out my closet, writing and lots of reading. Maybe a frozen pizza or watching a movie, depending on how much I get done. It's mostly about enjoying the company. Namely, myself.

Comments

[clockwatcher.livejournal.com]

i must say i really liked living in a house... even thought it was not substansially bigger than the apartment ph and i lived in, it felt much bigger and just more spacious and open. i'm all for it.

[live-laugh-love.livejournal.com]

I am reading a book called Crossing California that's about three kids who live on different sides of California in that neighborhood; east of California is the rich neighborhood and west is not. It's pretty interesting so far.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

I went and looked the book up -- sounds interesting! The neighborhood he writes about is WAY further north than neighborhood we looked at today, though interestingly enough, California Ave serves a neighborhood border down there as well, between Garfield Park and Near West.

I'm currently living near California Ave too, but it's smack in the middle of Humboldt Park -- no debate about boundaries here!

Chicago neighborhoods are crazy. I love it.