Is it really Thursday already?

[trinityvixen]

Yipes! That means I've got to get things done!

I've managed to forget a lot of things already and it's only 10:30. I've not forwarded myself the list of apartments I wanted to check out, I didn't charge my iPod, forgot the book I wanted to read, and I'm not even sure I have my wallet on me. At least I remembered darkling1's story for tonight (sorry if some of my handwriting is more illegible than usual, I was working on the C this morning).

And let me take this moment to say a hearty thanks to infosatyr for some very excellent advice re: the kitties. So, night before last I stuck a sock in my door jamb on the advice of roommate Lisa, who said this would keep it from moving around in the frame. She was right and she was wrong. While the door closed much more solidly than it otherwise would have, she underestimated the determination of these kitties. One of them, probably Sam because I woke to mewling first, was still able to wiggle the door because at the bottom of it he had more leverage.

Last night, I implemented a two-sock solution and infosatyr's suggestion: wedge a bar of soap under the door. Worked brilliantly. With the soap being slightly deformed from the wedging, and being a solid, very frictiony, not moving type of thing, the bottom of the door couldn't move at all. I'll recommend it to Lisa when she's back tonight. One of the kitties meowed really pathetically and really loudly this morning (so loudly I was sure it was in my room somehow), and so I was up again, but thanks to the security of a firmly closed door and a sleeping mask, I went right back to sleep.

Until the guys doing whatever it is they're doing in the shaft starting banging away at nine. I'm lucky, I realize this, to be able to sleep in even as late as nine, but damn it, I don't have to be awake at nine, I can sleep in another ten-fifteen minutes and still make it to work early, let alone on time. I have no idea what the fuck they're doing, but it sounds almost like garbage pail drumming--it's probably hammering, but it has an odd hollow ring like striking plastic instead of wood or metal. I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom and there was all this noise of debris falling down the side of the building. Checking for Sam behind the stove (his new favorite place to be), I saw out the kitchen window that there was rope attached from higher up and some guy was smacking a paintbrush aganist the side of a plastic bin. Maybe that was the sound and the shaft just echoed it, but damn is it loud in the mornings....

Comments

[ecmyers.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's a surefire way to end a social life. I can barely get people out to Astoria, you know. And when I see how much it affects people's plans, deciding whether or not they can do activities and hang out with friends, I don't think that's the option for me; it certainly may not be any cheaper when you factor in additional commuting expenses.

Oh, see, now you got me started!

[kent-allard-jr.livejournal.com]

Hey, convince these three to move to Astoria (nice Greek food, at least) and there may be a critical mass out here.

[negativeq.livejournal.com]

I loved Astoria and I would be thrilled to move back there!