lots of stuff swimming around in my head that i want to share, but:
my computer is very ill (i'm writing from the boy's laptop right now). i've been avoiding taking the computer to the shop because i've not quite come to terms with what is the likely outcome. you see, i'm afraid i've learned that terrible terrible lesson that most of us learn at some point: i didn't back-up my shit.
yes, friends, that means wedding pictures. that means my entire music library. (i'm pretty sure there's some fancy reverse way to get these off of my ipod, but i'm really afraid to try it right now). i opened it up, praying it was just the fan or something but, alas, it is indeed the hard drive that is making that horrible noise.
totally could have taken it into the shop the last two weekends, but i have not.
i realized that is the way i deal with a lot of things. i haven't been to a physician (save the two times i've seen my neurologist to get my prescription refilled) in over five years. i haven't been to a dentist in longer than i will say. i don't take my car into the shop till it stops working (which it has, actually...it's been in the parking lot for alomost four weeks now). i even put off making contact with friends and family, who i think of often but can't manage to pick up the phone/pen.
procrastination station. that's why i named this blog after one of my biggest procrastinations, all those years ago. (you'll notice that i've been done with the dissertation for a few years and haven't changed the name of this blog)
ah well, i'm going to go sigh at the dirty dishes and glare at my laundry.
i was apparently standing* in the self-help section of the bus the other night. i'm completely nosey and check out what others are reading and, if it is loud enough, what they are listening to. within the three rows of seats i had nosey-nose access to:
- bookish looking lady (40's?) on page 74 of "feng shui guide to love and romance" - woman, my age, 2 Corinthians - woman, younger than me, page 6 of "Alcoholics Anonymous"; chapter - Bill's Story - asian lady, 60ish years old, listening to "under the bridge" by the red hot chili peppers
*is it weird that i still kind of like standing on the bus? especially on the #12 which goes up a super-duper steep hill for most of the way...i love seeing the varied business people, catholic school kids with wet hair, and morning beer bums...all standing in the aisle, feet braced and leaning into the hill.
found while cruising craigslist for a new place to live:
"...Washer/dryer in unit. Building remodeled in 2001. All windows open both top and bottom. Includes 1 garage parking space and additional storage (5 ft by 5 ft by 5 ft). Building has common rooftop deck. Terms: 1st, $1750 sec dep. Min. 12 month lease. No Smoking, pet c/c with additional deposit (no Dalmatians). $200 Move in/move out fee. Call..."
*the boy and i have been randomly muttering "no dalmations" all weekend.