Emily, I tivoed Stargate, just in case. Are you sure the music was on the hard drive? If so, we can make the computer people redo it, once you come back down here.

Actually, maybe they are there. I'd thought that all the music I had had been copied into the iTunes folder, but it turns out some of it was still stored in other folders, so I'll have to import those folder by folder. Kind of a pain in the ass, but at least it seems to be there!

YAY.

Emily. Calling. Mr. Chan was over when I stopped by this morning. Painting. Me=furious.

Oh, vw. I don't think you can win with these people. The fact that they wanted you out early so they could paint and stuff but wouldn't cut your rent for those two weeks pisses me off to no end.

I'd just go over there and tell them to get out until the last day you're paid up. If I had to sit there every day all day to make sure they didn't get into the apartment, I'd do it (but I'm bitchy that way).

Cashmere, that's totally what I want to do. But, I don't have the energy for it anymore. I nearly had a breakdown about that stupid place yesterday, and I think for my own zen, I just need to let it go.

But, damn it's hard!

Also, he had clearly done some sweeping in preparation for the painting. They better not charge us for that (take it out of our security deposit)! I will SO take them to court over it!

Want to smite vw's old landlord.

Emily, I think there's a function in iTunes that will let it search your computer for music and add what it finds to the iTunes library. (I can't find in the menus now, but I know it's how I imported stuff when iTunes was first installed.)

Is erika around and about? If so, good morning, and you were in my dream last night. Not a sex dream, just a dream dream. You had moved to the Bay Area, and you and I were going back to high school together (which is not as bad as it sounds -- in my dream, it was a magnet school with lots of weird arty neo-beatnik kids and a creative writing program, so we were both all jazzed about it).

We were waiting for the bus on a streetcorner in front of an amazing pastry shop that had a ridiculously huge cavern filled with incredibly complex and delicious foods -- I ran in to get us something on the way to school, and suffered pretty-food overload and had to come out again without actually buying anything, but at least with plenty of mental notes about our snacky-breakfast menus for the next month. Just as I ran out the bus arrived; you elevated and wheeled on while I got the wheelchair spaces up at the front of the bus ready to anchor your chair in place. When all was ready, I looked around for you, but you had rambled on to the back of the bus and were flirting with a poetical-looking guy in a denim jacket.

Analysis: Do I really need to spell it out? That dream was all text, no subtext.

I just found out that itunes has every episode of Little Einsteins for sale. I should really stop searching itunes.

I bought a Little Tikes kitchen off of craigslist this morning. When I brought it in to clean it up, Owen looked at it and said, "It's BEAUTIFUL!" Definitely worth the money.

vw, you might just tell them this: "Look, we're out of the apartment--you guys get this extra time to clean and prepare it for the next tennants. There is no damage, it's relatively clean--just give us our security deposit and we'll go our separate ways."