Thursday, August 04, 2005
My headcold, My apartment, my plans for world domination...
My headcold sucks. A this particular moment in time, its really all I have to complain about. Oh, I guess I could complain about how I forgot to bring my iPod to work today, but that's not really a big deal, as I'm used to working in a 'professional environment' without music.
But my headcold is irritating. It feels like I've got a metric ton of mucus stuck in my sinuses. I feel like I'm playing a video game and its dropping frames. And worse, it doesn't seem to be responsive to my attempts to recover quickly by consuming all the orange juice in west Virginia.
I moved into my apartment last night. I'm not totally settled, or even close, but I put some things up there, and spent the night. The place has some character. I'm renting the 3rd floor apartment from a retired school administrator who's had the house in his family for 3 generations. The house is 104 years old. Three other tenets live there, and a Hemingway cat named Thumby or Thumber -- I can't remember which. But I think that's awesome as I've totally wanted a Hemingway cat, but I'm cheap and only got for the apartments that don't allow pets.
All in all, my first impression of this place is that there's a lot of potential for exploration and fun. There's a lot of things being done right here. And they sell six packs at Rite-Aid. Probably on Sundays, too.
Now if only I could lose this damn headcold...
But my headcold is irritating. It feels like I've got a metric ton of mucus stuck in my sinuses. I feel like I'm playing a video game and its dropping frames. And worse, it doesn't seem to be responsive to my attempts to recover quickly by consuming all the orange juice in west Virginia.
I moved into my apartment last night. I'm not totally settled, or even close, but I put some things up there, and spent the night. The place has some character. I'm renting the 3rd floor apartment from a retired school administrator who's had the house in his family for 3 generations. The house is 104 years old. Three other tenets live there, and a Hemingway cat named Thumby or Thumber -- I can't remember which. But I think that's awesome as I've totally wanted a Hemingway cat, but I'm cheap and only got for the apartments that don't allow pets.
All in all, my first impression of this place is that there's a lot of potential for exploration and fun. There's a lot of things being done right here. And they sell six packs at Rite-Aid. Probably on Sundays, too.
Now if only I could lose this damn headcold...
