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robotech_masterMy life seems to thrive on coincidence. As we were moving me out of my place last week, I met one of the new neighbors. Tallish fellow from the former Czechoslovakia, by way of Germany. He's got his Master's degree and is planning to apply to an Ivy League law school sometime next year, so he's studying to get ready for it. Anyway, he'd moved into one of the apartments in the same building as my old one to be close to the SMSU campus.
As it happens, this fellow also works at MCI. And he buttonholed me the other day about wanting to come over and see my place, in the hope that the same landlord might have another like it. He finally managed to do it last night.
The odd thing is, my next door neighbors are moving out in a couple of days. And while I'm not really sure I want him as a neighbor—he's very nice, but he's also very talkative and outgoing, and I'm very...well...not; he has this habit of buttonholing me while I'm on the computers at break and making conversation, asking me a whole bunch of questions that I'm too distracted by the Internet to answer, and I'm too distracted by him to focus on the Internet, and it grates on me—my helpful nature forced me to reveal this fact to him, and he seemed quite interested.
This morning, I was woken by the someone pouring marbles out of a barrel outside, or at least that was what it sounded like. Heavy weather again. I hope that girl who was my neighbor at the old place for a week or so got through it okay.
I had the disconcerting experience of not being able to find Gumdrop this morning. I found myself wondering if maybe she could have gotten outside somehow while I was looking at the storm—you wouldn't think a cat that big could manage to hide in four rooms and a bathroom. So I searched all through all the rooms trying to find where she was, and ended up rattling the catfood bag to get her to come out. It turned out she was under my bed; I'll have to look more closely there next time.
Just about ready to head off to work. I hope I can remember to stop at the doughnut shop on the way down this time. I've been intending to eat breakfast there for the last two days, as it's right on my way, but somehow I get so deeply into thinking and introspection that I always miss the turn until it's too late, and end up having to scrabble for food down at the workplace.
Got a few more boxes of books and things cleared out, and the bookshelf mostly populated. Tonight I'll look into organizing it more, and seeing what to do about some of the boxes full of bathroom kipple. It sure is nice to have a floor lamp.
As it happens, this fellow also works at MCI. And he buttonholed me the other day about wanting to come over and see my place, in the hope that the same landlord might have another like it. He finally managed to do it last night.
The odd thing is, my next door neighbors are moving out in a couple of days. And while I'm not really sure I want him as a neighbor—he's very nice, but he's also very talkative and outgoing, and I'm very...well...not; he has this habit of buttonholing me while I'm on the computers at break and making conversation, asking me a whole bunch of questions that I'm too distracted by the Internet to answer, and I'm too distracted by him to focus on the Internet, and it grates on me—my helpful nature forced me to reveal this fact to him, and he seemed quite interested.
This morning, I was woken by the someone pouring marbles out of a barrel outside, or at least that was what it sounded like. Heavy weather again. I hope that girl who was my neighbor at the old place for a week or so got through it okay.
I had the disconcerting experience of not being able to find Gumdrop this morning. I found myself wondering if maybe she could have gotten outside somehow while I was looking at the storm—you wouldn't think a cat that big could manage to hide in four rooms and a bathroom. So I searched all through all the rooms trying to find where she was, and ended up rattling the catfood bag to get her to come out. It turned out she was under my bed; I'll have to look more closely there next time.
Just about ready to head off to work. I hope I can remember to stop at the doughnut shop on the way down this time. I've been intending to eat breakfast there for the last two days, as it's right on my way, but somehow I get so deeply into thinking and introspection that I always miss the turn until it's too late, and end up having to scrabble for food down at the workplace.
Got a few more boxes of books and things cleared out, and the bookshelf mostly populated. Tonight I'll look into organizing it more, and seeing what to do about some of the boxes full of bathroom kipple. It sure is nice to have a floor lamp.