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I actually got some money back from my damage deposit. I don't even remember how much I paid ten years ago. Regardless, it's in the bank now.
I tried again to hang the full-length mirror. I left even bigger holes in the wall, so I gave up, leaned the mirror against the wall, spackled, and painted. I am done messing with my house. For now. There are no more furniture deliveries scheduled.
Speaking of beautiful, charming women with ADHD, Zuckerberg's data mine reminded me that Funny Lady was having a barbecue this afternoon just as I was waking up from a nap. I hadn't written it in my own calendar. Onto the bus and train I go! Being social in FL's back yard for a few hours was just the ticket. That sake I bought the other day? Shared with the mayor of a neighboring small city. I thought impure thoughts about one or two other women at the party. It was an excellent and unexpected way to spend the afternoon.
Oh: Seattle area train passengers are in for some annoyance. The new card readers they've installed don't read the old ORCA* cards unless you do the thing with their ill-designed web site. I've never been more OK with being the equivalent of a turnstile jumper.
To do: wash the sleeping bag I slept in for three weeks. Luckily, there's a laundromat nearby. Yeah, I could hit up Ex, but her dryer takes forever.
*One Regional Card for All. Really.
I tried again to hang the full-length mirror. I left even bigger holes in the wall, so I gave up, leaned the mirror against the wall, spackled, and painted. I am done messing with my house. For now. There are no more furniture deliveries scheduled.
Speaking of beautiful, charming women with ADHD, Zuckerberg's data mine reminded me that Funny Lady was having a barbecue this afternoon just as I was waking up from a nap. I hadn't written it in my own calendar. Onto the bus and train I go! Being social in FL's back yard for a few hours was just the ticket. That sake I bought the other day? Shared with the mayor of a neighboring small city. I thought impure thoughts about one or two other women at the party. It was an excellent and unexpected way to spend the afternoon.
Oh: Seattle area train passengers are in for some annoyance. The new card readers they've installed don't read the old ORCA* cards unless you do the thing with their ill-designed web site. I've never been more OK with being the equivalent of a turnstile jumper.
To do: wash the sleeping bag I slept in for three weeks. Luckily, there's a laundromat nearby. Yeah, I could hit up Ex, but her dryer takes forever.
*One Regional Card for All. Really.
