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Jul. 26th, 2006 12:08 pmKitten has muchly improved. ( Kitty baby (almost) allllllll better )
Oscar's doing better hasn't changed my plan to spoil him and Wally rotten by giving them human-approved tuna in the evenings--I pretty much have to let them finish the can I opened because Wally stuck his paws into it (and, much as I love the darling, I'm not eating the tuna that his dirty paws have been bathing in).
( My feet are sore because I cleaned for hours last night )
( And this is how Trinity is decorating/living this week )
What couldn't be taken care of, I pushed against the wall, and it rather nicely doesn't stick out beyond the end of my dresser-bookcase set, so it doesn't look too much like crap I piled in a corner because I ran out of hours to clean (I went to bed at 2:30 am). Man, do I wish life were more like Animal Crossing sometimes. I could just pocket my inconveniently large box-o-crap instead of having to go through it to weed out junk. I'm also so exhausted that I was late to work because I couldn't get out of bed (I have a ten-minute walk for a commute; there's no reason I should ever be late to work).
The apartment is looking more put together than ever, though, so it's worth it. theKathy said I had a grown-up room because my desk wasn't in it (as opposed to dorm-style living where a desk is always in your bedroom), and now I feel like we've finally got a grown-up apartment. It's partly due to the size of our space--it's so huge that it feels like a house whenever I've got to clean it--and partly to the actual furniture occupying the space. There's a real couch, with recliners around it in the living room, and a whopper of a TV with a DVD cabinet (not just racks! Amazing!) holding all the components next to it. We have a table--okay, it's
darkling1's table, but it's a real table and not just a picnic table we keep indoors. There are curtains! Enough curtains to go around the place and back again!
More than that, there are extra rooms--rooms that aren't bedrooms (or strictly functional rooms like the kitchen and bathroom). There's a separate kitchen! An office! Closets in the hallway! Hallways! Like I said to my roommates when we first moved in: you have to go places to find people sometimes (not often, since now as ever we tend to congregate in the living room)! That makes it like a home even more--you can be off by yourself but not secluded in your room. It seems friendlier that way, like you're just in the other room because you are not because you need to be in your space. It's all come together so nicely.
Now, all I have to do is tackle the problems that are a) being ignored (half the lights in my room not working) or b) not being fixed because the repair folk conveniently come whenever we're not able to receive them (or, as Liz-roommate told me, not actually knocking to announce themselves despite our sign, like the guy who was supposed to fix the doorbell did). I actually ran into our realtor on my way out after lunch yesterday, and he said the management company mailed him our copy of the lease, so he's going to mail it to us. That was good; I keep forgetting to call him about it, so I forgive him for getting it weeks ago and not yet mailing it. If we don't have our copy by August, then I'll scream at him.
Oscar's doing better hasn't changed my plan to spoil him and Wally rotten by giving them human-approved tuna in the evenings--I pretty much have to let them finish the can I opened because Wally stuck his paws into it (and, much as I love the darling, I'm not eating the tuna that his dirty paws have been bathing in).
( My feet are sore because I cleaned for hours last night )
( And this is how Trinity is decorating/living this week )
What couldn't be taken care of, I pushed against the wall, and it rather nicely doesn't stick out beyond the end of my dresser-bookcase set, so it doesn't look too much like crap I piled in a corner because I ran out of hours to clean (I went to bed at 2:30 am). Man, do I wish life were more like Animal Crossing sometimes. I could just pocket my inconveniently large box-o-crap instead of having to go through it to weed out junk. I'm also so exhausted that I was late to work because I couldn't get out of bed (I have a ten-minute walk for a commute; there's no reason I should ever be late to work).
The apartment is looking more put together than ever, though, so it's worth it. theKathy said I had a grown-up room because my desk wasn't in it (as opposed to dorm-style living where a desk is always in your bedroom), and now I feel like we've finally got a grown-up apartment. It's partly due to the size of our space--it's so huge that it feels like a house whenever I've got to clean it--and partly to the actual furniture occupying the space. There's a real couch, with recliners around it in the living room, and a whopper of a TV with a DVD cabinet (not just racks! Amazing!) holding all the components next to it. We have a table--okay, it's
More than that, there are extra rooms--rooms that aren't bedrooms (or strictly functional rooms like the kitchen and bathroom). There's a separate kitchen! An office! Closets in the hallway! Hallways! Like I said to my roommates when we first moved in: you have to go places to find people sometimes (not often, since now as ever we tend to congregate in the living room)! That makes it like a home even more--you can be off by yourself but not secluded in your room. It seems friendlier that way, like you're just in the other room because you are not because you need to be in your space. It's all come together so nicely.
Now, all I have to do is tackle the problems that are a) being ignored (half the lights in my room not working) or b) not being fixed because the repair folk conveniently come whenever we're not able to receive them (or, as Liz-roommate told me, not actually knocking to announce themselves despite our sign, like the guy who was supposed to fix the doorbell did). I actually ran into our realtor on my way out after lunch yesterday, and he said the management company mailed him our copy of the lease, so he's going to mail it to us. That was good; I keep forgetting to call him about it, so I forgive him for getting it weeks ago and not yet mailing it. If we don't have our copy by August, then I'll scream at him.