Back home from work.

I forgot to mention that I got my first paycheck yesterday, direct deposit, split as I asked between two different accounts.

Wooo!

I promised Andi I would get the 2 season Due South DVD set at Wal-Mart when I got my first paycheck.

Stopped at two Wal-Marts on my way home. No DS, dammit.

Oh hey. Numberslutting. I started the day with one post 100 posts back, too. Serendipity.

Daniel, doesn't that first paycheck feel GREAT? Woot!

Steph just wants her visitors to take their clothes off.

Heh. This is generally true, especially when they're Buffistas. But it's also true that none of the apartments can control their own heat. So the ones on the ends, with 2 outer walls, and the ones with balconies and large sliding-glass doors, tend to FREEZE, while the apartments in the middle, with no balconies and only one outside-facing wall (like me) end up roasting.

All my bowls are clean; I left the cutlery and coffee mugs for tomorrow. I feel so accomplished. Sure, the rest of the apartment looks like a bomb went off in it (a bomb composed mostly of clean laundry, comics, and books, but a bomb nonetheless), but I by god have clean bowls!

go clean bowls!

It has gotten really cold outside. icy even. ( and I am a new englander - I still know what the word means) imagine my surprise to see the articla talking about the possibility of an inch of snow in sf. Crazy .

whee paycheck! is the job as evil as you first thought, Daniel?

and I forgot - DH is home! yay! his next trip[ is somewhere in area of Laura and askye - but how near = not very.

so far no snow here or at my sisters house in pacifica

I misread "bowls."

Over here in the corner, snerking.

I've been listening to "The world" from Public Radio International on my way home from work.

Tonight they had a story about the White Stripes having a resurgence in Italy due to one song.

The sound of 30,000 soccer fans voicing the baseline of "Seven Nation Army has to be heard, so here's a link to the 7 minute story: [link]

whee paycheck! is the job as evil as you first thought, Daniel?

Jury is still out.

I seem to be impressing them, and the worst I've gotten on three tests of company-specific systems is two wrong.

Though that's due mostly to the fact that the heat, which I don't control (there is no thermostat in my apartment, for real), is BLAZING.

Steph lives in my apartment! Although, probably not actually, 'cause I'd have heard some complaining about the state of things. But she could!

I was talking with a close friend tonight, and we're both getting to the point where we want to think about buying but we really don't have the money. Years ago, before either of us live in Chicago, we talked about moving here and renting a duplex. Now - we're kind of both including that possibility in our long-term buy plans. Thing is - we're both so pathologically private that we could make it work - we could go weeks without speaking without it being an issue on either side.

Eh, check back in next year at this time. Five years ago shooting the shit in DC this would have sounded way more outlandish.

All my bowls are clean;

I, like Daniel, read this wrong the first time.

Talk about TMI.