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Jun. 17th, 2009 01:17 pmSo Roomie moved out on Sunday... And she took the telly and the cat with her. I miss Roomie. :( And Rosco.
Flatmate was sick as a dog all weekend, which sucked for her a lot because it was graduation and her band had a gig and her parents and her bf's parents were in town and she was pretty miserable....
And now I have caught Flatmate's Monster Chest Cold From Hell. And it sucks a lot. Apparently I currently have a 100-degree fever? Well I just took some drugs so I should be feeling better in about 20 minutes.
Anyway, Flatmate and I just got back from signing the lease to our new place. That's right, we're moving to Culver City... next week. (We saw a Culver City cop car and the seal on the door said, humorously, "City of Culver City." Department of Redundancy Department, anyone?) It's big, it's bright, it's airy, and it's walking distance from a TON of stuff, including a Coffee Bean, a Hollywood Video, an awesome late-night Mediterranean cafe, an awesome Cuban restaurant, a cool-looking cocktail lounge, and several Thai places, as well as a short drive from downtown Culver, the 405, the 10, my high school bassoon teacher's house, the Museum of Jurassic Technology (I've been wanting to go there since I found out about it a couple years ago!!), and a bunch of shopping centres.
All of which makes today better than yesterday, despite me not being quite as sick yesterday... I was sick enough to be irritable, and then I got really randomly morose (I recounted The J. Story to a friend on Monday and I thought I was done letting it affect me that much, but I guess I'm still not really okay with the part where we probably saved his life and then when he was lucid again, he wanted nothing to do with me), and then I cheered up again but I was really weak and feverish and miserable walking home.
So I'm taking the afternoon off, to try and conserve my strength for a rehearsal this evening. Aaaaaaaaaaaaugh
Flatmate was sick as a dog all weekend, which sucked for her a lot because it was graduation and her band had a gig and her parents and her bf's parents were in town and she was pretty miserable....
And now I have caught Flatmate's Monster Chest Cold From Hell. And it sucks a lot. Apparently I currently have a 100-degree fever? Well I just took some drugs so I should be feeling better in about 20 minutes.
Anyway, Flatmate and I just got back from signing the lease to our new place. That's right, we're moving to Culver City... next week. (We saw a Culver City cop car and the seal on the door said, humorously, "City of Culver City." Department of Redundancy Department, anyone?) It's big, it's bright, it's airy, and it's walking distance from a TON of stuff, including a Coffee Bean, a Hollywood Video, an awesome late-night Mediterranean cafe, an awesome Cuban restaurant, a cool-looking cocktail lounge, and several Thai places, as well as a short drive from downtown Culver, the 405, the 10, my high school bassoon teacher's house, the Museum of Jurassic Technology (I've been wanting to go there since I found out about it a couple years ago!!), and a bunch of shopping centres.
All of which makes today better than yesterday, despite me not being quite as sick yesterday... I was sick enough to be irritable, and then I got really randomly morose (I recounted The J. Story to a friend on Monday and I thought I was done letting it affect me that much, but I guess I'm still not really okay with the part where we probably saved his life and then when he was lucid again, he wanted nothing to do with me), and then I cheered up again but I was really weak and feverish and miserable walking home.
So I'm taking the afternoon off, to try and conserve my strength for a rehearsal this evening. Aaaaaaaaaaaaugh
