OH SHIT, IT'S DR. TRAN!

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors, but I think that God's got a sick sense of humor.

Remember how I said I wasn't running a fever or anything?

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Since about noon yesterday I've had a fever that I just can't knock down any lower than 99. And my whole body hurts. And I still have the goddamn cough. It hasn't changed a bit. No better, no worse, and it's still just hanging out right at the bottom of my throat/top of my chest. And ughogodwhysomebodyjustfuckingkillmealready.

It sounds like this is something that's just going around. I haven't heard back from that lady at Evergreen about the interview yet, so I'm guessing she's in the same shape I am.

Food porn ahead.

( LJ Carve )

Three cheers for cast iron, yo.

Oh God.

I just had the inexplicable urge to read Alton Brown/Gordon Brown/Gordon Ramsey slash.

Someone please kill me.

Do cats from other countries meow in a foreign accent?

This post brought to you by the letters gin and tequila, and by the numbers vodka and it's too goddamn hot to sleep.

Since I know you're all just dying to see my new digs...

( be it ever so humble... )

It aint much, but it's all mine. XD

Have I ever mentioned how very very much I hate moving?

And how very very much it sucks to have done so, and to no longer have access to my dad's oxycodone?

Because right now my back and knees are made of throb and ouch and OHGODWHY.

And I'm coated in a lovely slime from having sweated to almost the point of dehydration pretty much constantly throughout the day.

I should probably go take a shower and get so very very drunk. And take about double the amount of naproxen I usually do.

But at least I'm now in my new place. My bed is set up and made (and it's calling me as we speak), my TV and DVD player are set up (albeit in the living room since there's no room in my bedroom for it, which means no more sleeping to the TV...that's going to take some serious readjustment), and I have my computer stuff all set up. Tomorrow the real fun begins. Unpacking. OH JOY! :\

Have I mentioned ouch and hurt and pain and shoot me yet?

Um, is anybody else's reading page borked, or is it just me?

I am now posting from inside my new condo. It's alllllll kinds of empty, since the vast majority of my belongings are still at Casa de Lardass, but that will be changing rather rapidly over the next week or so.

And not to worry, faithful fanbase, I just set up an appointment for Comcast to come install my interbutt next Tuesday, so there won't be any downtime. I'm not planning on permanently taking up residence until after the 22th (yes, I did just say twenty-tooth), so you won't miss me in the slightest.

I can't wait to have everything all here and be settled. I'm so excited. I just can't hide it. I'm about to lose control, and I think I like it. XD

UPDATE TIEMS NAO

So I went and looked over a condo that's being rented for $695 in Bothell yesterday. It's kinda small, but that's okay because I essentially have no furniture that isn't bedroom furniture. I had to take measurements of my bed and armoire to make sure they'd fit in the bedroom, but once I was sure they would I gave the property manager the go-ahead to process my application. I wasn't terribly confident that the result would be favorable, since I have no real rental history, and had to file bankruptcy in 2004.

I got an email from him this afternoon offering me the condo.

I'm now waiting to hear back from him when I can go sign a lease and collect me some housekeys.

*happy fatsquatch dance*

So as you all know (or should know), I live with my dad and stepmom. He is a slob of the highest magnitude and she's a disabled hoarder. He can't be bothered to put the butter knife he just made a peanut butter and jelly sammich with in the sink, even though he made the sammich on the counter not even 6 inches from the sink, and he routinely blows his nose on paper towels and then just drops them on the counter. She basically can't/won't do anything, collects mail order catalogs (and the things you buy from them at times) and refuses to throw things away because she "might use them for something." And because I pay "cheap" rent, I'm expected to clean up after them, at least to some extent. Essentially, I'm supposed to be all sunshine and unicorns farting rainbows over the idea of paying them $400 a month for the privilege of being their live-in maid.

Well, I'm not. For one thing, I hate unicorns, especially the ones that fart rainbows. Unless they're set to Erasure. But anyway, I'm pretty much fed up. So much so that, despite all my efforts to avoid having to incur any debt in my scholastic endeavors, I've actually applied for student loans to supplement my unemployment enough to where I can afford to get an apartment of my own. And in a quick online search yesterday followed by some additional digging today, I think I've found a perfect place. $700 a month including water/sewer/garbage, 1 bedroom 1 full bath, washer, dryer, dishwasher, disposal, they accept cats, and it's not in the ghetto.

Now I just have to wait the 4 to 6 weeks for my loan application to go through.

In the meantime, joy of joys, my dad is having his gastric bypassed on Tuesday. I'm not sure why he wants to have a highway put into his abdominal cavity, but senility does run in our family. But of course, while he's under construction for the next 5 or 6 weeks, that means my "duties" will be expanded to include the handful of things he does, like change the cat litter and drive his lump of a wife to her 78 weekly doctor's appointments. And I better smile happily whkle I'm doing it, or it'll be thrown in my face for the 5687th time that my continued cheap rent depends upon my continued cooperation.

Dear God, please give me the student loans and GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!