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I was recently at Playland, where they have a rollercoaster which is one of the best-rated rollercoasters in North America, and one of the few remaining wooden ones. It's an interesting ride. There is a reverse loop (no one I know can figure out which bit that is). There is another exciting feature in that at the end of each drop, and there are many, the setup is such that you are coming down just as the car is tilting up again, and the bar socks you in the stomach.
I meant to post more often in the LiveJournal this month, but over the last few days it would have been like giving you a report from the reverse loop on the rollercoaster. There really isn't anything to say other than "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! OW!"
I have a new apartment. It is a wonderful apartment. It had better be. I signed a lease. I know I signed it because it's in the pocket of my vest. But I don't really remember. I think I was in a fugue state.
("You signed another lease?" cried Grumpy Bashful, and hit me over the head with a horseshoe.)
I suppose I must have been anticipating all this on some level, or why would I have completely blown my coffee budget on the wings? Nobody on the ground needs wings.
The apartment is not on the ground; it's on the second floor. It's south-facing, and the living room has a bay window and the most amazing light I've ever seen. The bedroom also has a large window, and the bathroom is a soaker's paradise. Love natural light in a bathroom. It has a beat-up hardwood floor (my favorite) and built-ins (Huzzah for built-ins). Cool old ceiling with the original beams. It's in a building I've always liked. The co-conspirator, though striking out on his solo mission, took the time to find me a hell of a center of operations.
There are just odd things I forgot to check or can't remember. Like: do the lights work? Does the front door need a key? What color are the walls?
I told a friend of mine that I was worried that the bedroom might have been painted purple and I didn't like purple.
She said, "Do you remember disliking the bedroom?"
Dog bless you, Divine Endurance, no, I don't.
--rf
I meant to post more often in the LiveJournal this month, but over the last few days it would have been like giving you a report from the reverse loop on the rollercoaster. There really isn't anything to say other than "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! OW!"
I have a new apartment. It is a wonderful apartment. It had better be. I signed a lease. I know I signed it because it's in the pocket of my vest. But I don't really remember. I think I was in a fugue state.
("You signed another lease?" cried Grumpy Bashful, and hit me over the head with a horseshoe.)
I suppose I must have been anticipating all this on some level, or why would I have completely blown my coffee budget on the wings? Nobody on the ground needs wings.
The apartment is not on the ground; it's on the second floor. It's south-facing, and the living room has a bay window and the most amazing light I've ever seen. The bedroom also has a large window, and the bathroom is a soaker's paradise. Love natural light in a bathroom. It has a beat-up hardwood floor (my favorite) and built-ins (Huzzah for built-ins). Cool old ceiling with the original beams. It's in a building I've always liked. The co-conspirator, though striking out on his solo mission, took the time to find me a hell of a center of operations.
There are just odd things I forgot to check or can't remember. Like: do the lights work? Does the front door need a key? What color are the walls?
I told a friend of mine that I was worried that the bedroom might have been painted purple and I didn't like purple.
She said, "Do you remember disliking the bedroom?"
Dog bless you, Divine Endurance, no, I don't.
--rf
