Obviously accidentally included key to new apartment in envelope I dropped in lockbox with old apartment keys and had to climb roof and break in trough balcony.
Anyway, it feels like I have finally killed Disaster Kat. Ready to have an awesome summer and start kicking ass at life again. Starting by throwing my friend a surprise birthday party tonight.
I own both, but STILL.
They didn’t get it and turned it off halfway through.
Killed in combat. Why is the world such shit?
We did not hit him. We did NOT.
Regardless, we are now going to be at least half an hour late in arriving.
and through the end of the year if I want it, working for one of my favorite professors on his new book. The part from August on I can do remotely. I would like to have long-term employment secured by the end of July and not need this as an option, but worst-case scenario, I will have something worthwhile to do and some money coming in. Plus he has a million consulting gigs and therefore a million contacts and is going to help me find a job.
Feeling pretty OK about my back-up plan.
I stayed in a great 1 br apt on Jones St through airbnb. $150/night. Cheap and then you don’t have to deal with people :)
Unfortunately that is still too much for me to spend right now. No income for a couple more weeks, and then only if the summer project I’m working on comes to fruition.
I’m supposed to go this weekend and have to resign myself to the fact I can’t. Too much life stuff and I can’t. I’m going next weekend. Wanna try to go together?
I can’t justify going if I don’t have a major event to attend or an interview scheduled, plus next weekend is too close to my move-out date. :-(
It’s my friend’s 30th birthday and might be my last chance to see her before she moves to San Francisco.
But I have nowhere to stay, and the idea of going to New York always stresses me out, which is why I never visit (though I’m always fine once I get there). Meanwhile I have to be out of my apartment in 16 days and I have no idea where I am going from here. I should probably just stay home and figure out my life.
and how none of this feels like an accomplishment and I just want some time to myself to sort through things and figure out what the hell I am doing with my life.
Apparently I am an admissions mistake because of my fashion sense.
