Vacation, work stress, heat, there are plenty of excuses. But when it comes down to it, I just got back from a lovely vacation... and now I am forced to finally realize that I'm at half time at work and have somehow managed to completely overcommit myself with unpaid stuff. Licensure exams, presentations, africa/marathon/corporate/ed norton fundraising. Yeah, seriously.
Right now I'm chilling in my apartment in a sleepshirt, next to my newly, haphazardly-installed air conditioner. It is pretty impressive that I removed the over-fastened, deeply screwed (tee hee) panel covering the AC hole (there has to be a better term), as there were about eighteen screws that took two hours of hand-bruising to remove with my paltry Phillips screwdriver. On top of that, you have to wedge the sixty pound thing into the wall hole, in this case, a hole oversized for the dainty new machine, so that meant altogether too much shimming and duct taping to seal the area. I'm pretty handy, but not quite that handy. My 220 sf studio does not have a table saw. Might have to consult the super, or learn to bat my eyelashes at guys.
Sure...
now playing: Interpol's Leif Erikson-
it's like learning a new language
helps me catch up on my mime
if you don't bring up those lonely parts
this could be a good time
it's like learning a new language
you come here to me
we'll collect those lonely parts and set them down
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