A Quickie

I mean a quick entry. Though the other kind of quickie would be kind of nice right about now. I'm having "one of those weeks." Damn Mike for turning into such a spazz, anyway. Now I have to suffe through my urges. (Oh wait, I had to suffer through them even when were dating, so I guess nothing changed there.) But anyways, this entry isn't (all) about sex....I just had to make that comment because it was running through my head.

This week went pretty well. Work was fine, except I think I damaged the eval board I was working with. Some of the FLASH sectors won't erase. But there doesn't seem to be any obvious pattern to the sectors that won't erase, so it doesn't seem to be a stuck bit or aba solder joint. So that's kind of frustrating. Especially since this actually happened in my second week of work (and the sixth actual day I worked).

Yesterday, I stopped at the Westbrooke Commons office to sign my lease. I also payed my security deposit, since I had already gotten the cashier's check for that and didn't want to continue carrying it around. I know they're pretty secure and whatnot, but I just didn't feel comfortable having it with me. And I got to check out of my hotel. I am done with living out of a hotel room, thank goodness. The bill for two weeks is almost as much as a months' rent on the townhouse! Sheesh!

I spent yesterday and this morning going through boxes trying to find essentials for moving this weekend. Mainly, that amounted to finding dishes. We had already found most of my cookware, so that was all set. I think I found everything. Except for two of my wine glasses. I hope they didn't get broken or something. Oh well, I'll most likely find them eventually. I still have a lot of stuff to go through.

I spent about an hour snooping through boxes in the storage shed this morning. I just opened each box (there were between twenty and thirty) fo them and feeling through them. I think about 80% or so of their contents are going to end up in a dumpster someplace. Part of me is tempted to just throw all the boxes in the dumpster without going through them. I mean, they've bee in storage untouched for about five years now, and I've never really missed anything. But I guess I can't quite bring myself to be with them. But I think I'm going to try and be real stern with my inner packrat and toss as much as I can when I go through them over the next three to six months.

Tomorrow, Mom, Faye and I are going to run up to Rochester to pick up my key. We're also going to take all of the stuff for the kitchen up with us and drop them off. That way, Mom can see the townhouse too, since she has to work Sunday when Dad and I plan on taking the furniture up. Then we're going to run to the mall (which is practically in walking distance from my new place, yay!) and do some shopping. I plan on buying a washer and dryer at Sears while we're there. I'm hoping if I buy it tomorrow, they'll be able to deliver it Thursday or Friday (I have both of those days off). That way, I'll have my own washer and dryer to do my own clothes that weekend. I despise laundromats (even private ones like the one there in the community), and if I can avoid having to use one even once, I'll be quite thankful.

Oh, I'm also thinking about checking out Lollypop Farms. They'll be looking for new volunteers next month, and I'm thinking it might be nice to volunteer for a couple hours each weekend. It'll give me something to do and a chance to meet people in a setting I'd enjoy. I just have to decide if I want to work with the farm animals or the cats. I'm thinking cats. I'd like to foster for them, too, but I don't think I can. (Lease issues, you know.)

Well, I best run for now. This was less quick than originally expected it to be.