Things I do not like:
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oysters (salty salty salty & like chewing on a bit of slick pliable rubber)
- shrimp (cold shrimp, at least, has this sort of chewy, muscley, curdy texture that’s sorta revolting)
- having to cut things out of my holiday plans (like crocheted gift projects & gingerbread houses)
- the idea that I may not be able to justify the expense of the internet at home
- paper cuts & dry skin
Things I do like:
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my new apartment (I move 1/1!)
- my imminent raise (effective 1/1!)
- space heaters (currently toastifying my toes!)
- steal-cut oats (currently cuddlifying my tummy!)
Giles finally died sometime yesterday. I worry it might be because I didn’t feed him Friday or Saturday (and forgot to ask my fam to do it), and then made up for it a little on Sunday. Though he’s been looking old and droopy lately. Perhaps he’s another casualty of my over-stressed fall. (Salome too has been looking a little droopy and alarmingly crunchy. I am attempting to revive her, and hope there’s enough life left for her to come back around, because she’s only just started producing blossoms in the last year, and they were delightful — beautiful with a delicate, spicy scent. I would be quite sad to never see them again.)
I’m getting a headset for my phone at work. I got to pick out any one in the whole world, so I’m quite excited to find out tomorrow if it’s as nice as the price tag suggests it ought to be. Hopefully it’ll make the neverending phone trees at the annuity companies less irritating. I don’t so much mind sitting on hold so long as I’ve already made contact with a real person. Which…makes sense, since it’s the difference between waiting while someone sorts out your problem/question, and waiting to even get to tell it to someone.
Anyway. The apartment rocks. It’s in a small complex — just two buildings with five units each, built in the 40s. It’s full of charm, and the person before the current tenants painted it beautifully. The kitchen is yellow, the living room this lovely burgundy, the little hallway between the bedroom and the bathroom teal. I’m quite excited about the prospect of decorating — though less excited about the prospect of how much it’s going to cost to furnish the place, as I don’t have a couch or a dining set or — well, I’ve got hardly anything. A bed, a dresser, a desk, a bookshelf, an armchair. Ikea here I come.