Our landlord had someone visit today to value the house.
I’m not ready to move. I wanted to wait until the election before having to make a decision.
My new boss is in Austin, TX; and they’re closing the office I work at in just over a year, so I’ll be telecommuting anyway… so maybe it’s time to start investigating what it would actually take to move to Vancouver, BC.
Working from home today, I really didn’t need the landlord to serenade me with an instrumental medley from Phantom of the Opera performed on the piano.
I hate people who call 09:00 meetings.
Last night our crazy landlord decided to start cleaning the entire upstairs apartment at 01:00. It didn’t wake me up, but when sara finally went nuts at 02:00 and stomped out to confront him, that woke me up.
I felt a little guilty that I was able to sleep through the noise of the vacuum cleaner. I have a rare talent for sleeping; I can sleep upright in airplane seats, and I once went to sleep during a particularly boring party. Naturally it became a topic of conversation, but even mention of my name didn’t wake me up. Perhaps this is why I sometimes worry about sleep. Specifically, I worry that it’s a little bit too much like death.