I'm feeling guilty for not posting. Or maybe not guilty, but that I need to post something. Problem: I don't have anything to say. Okay, resorting to narrative of my day.

I bought a bookshelf-type deal and a plant from the nextdoor neighbor who is moving away. My dad brought me my old bedframe and a shelf from his storage space. I had very zero luck buying a mattress for any decent price. I took some stuff to my new apartment, put some stuff together, brainstormed a layout, discovered the I already need 3 standard lightbulbs. Then I came to the current-for-now home and packed up a bunch of stuff for transport tomorrow. Now we're watching The Tick. And I'm trying to convince my uncle to get me Smallville season 3. I'm addicted.

That was/is my day. I hope you all enjoyed the detail.

Seattle was on Good Morning America this morning for all the rain. Uhh, don't you think there is more important news around?

Oh yeah, and I'm moving into my apartment this weekend too Sammi.

I signed a lease for an apartment today. A little more than I wanted to pay, but the guy let me sign without doing a background check and with the understanding that I have little to no credit. It's a two-bedroom, so you can have your own room when you come to visit.

I found out that my new favorite band is from Bellingham. Their's was the first CD I put in this year. The first song on the CD is called "New Year." It starts, So this is the New Year. I don't feel any different. Talk about coincidences.

Yesterday I drove around for about 4 hours looking for an apartment. Okay, so we were also checking out the crazy cool historical houses as well. Bottom line, I need to settle for an old old place, or find a roommate. But I really want my privacy. Going out to look at a place this afternoon, we'll see how it goes.

My internet silence in over. Blah blah blah.

We put an ad out for an assistant for me. Isn't that cool?

Let the silence continue.

And the best Christmas present of the year award goes to...

*Drum Roll*

Day-of-the-Week Underwear!!

*Uproarious applause*

Hmm, you can send yourself a time capsule email at futureme.org. Seems like something to do around New Years doesn't it. Just trying to figure out what I would like to tell myself.

Long post coming up:

So I have decided that I need to move out of my aunt's house. Problems include: I live in a very expensive town where housing is concerned (this is where all the people live who work in Bellevue, Redmond, i.e. homes of Microsoft and a million other IT companies), I don't particularly want a roommate, I'm kind of enjoying being able to save 80% of my paycheck.

I found an apartment downtown over some shops (hint: I desperately want to live over a shop), but it's a two-bedroom and would cost all of a two-week paycheck. But I'm thinking about it anyway. I can't imagine making any less money than I'm making now, so maybe I can just assume that I'll be making more soon. And I guess I can just go on having my dad pay for my car. When I got it, I didn't think about how I wouldn't be able to afford a car payment. Anyway, that is my current dilemma.

Item two: Along with being expensive, this town is the least multicultural town EVER! I had to go to the airport yesterday, so we stopped off at a mall that we wouldn't otherwise go to. I didn't realize that where I am now, there are no B/black (wait would black be capitalized? It seems weird to, but then Asian is capitalized...) people and very few Asian people. ...That's it. I realized that the only non-white person I see on a regular basis is Korina's best friend, who was adopted by a white lady. There's another non-religious reason to rejoin the SGI. Too bad there are no religious reasons.

Item three: When I take over the world, I'm going to have to do something about Christmas. I hate having to get something that I know a person won't like, or will only feel luke-warm about, just because it's Christmas. It's not really the thought that counts, except for the survival of our consumerist society. That just saddles people with things they don't want so that they don't ruin their friendships.

Item four: If the workweek was even one day longer, I would die. As it is, Friday is difficult. I haven't yet figured out how people go out for Friday night partying. But I have hope that soon I will be able to jumpstart some sort of sociality. Not the know-how, just the hope.

Oh my gosh, I'm so tired!

The FUNNIEST thing happened today. Have I told you all that I'm in charge of maintaining my companies accreditation? Which has fallen into some serious disrepair since the last time we were surveyed a year ago, and that even then, we weren't in such great shape? But anyway, I'm trying to get a whole bunch of different logs together that document the stuff we do, and I had been assuming that I would be taking care of tracking a bunch of it, like patient surveys and infection tracking and that sort of thing. But I was in a meeting with the bosses today, and the owner told me, "you're a checker, not a doer." So I'm not supposed to actually keep any of the logs, except the one that says all the other logs are running. Not that patient surveys takes more than 2 hours a MONTH at the outside. And infection tracking is just marking who was gone what day, MAYBE 5 minutes a week. Now is that the craziness of management or what?

I think when money is involved, you just feel more motivated. Or maybe, it's that I've realized that I have to make something of myself now that the gravy-train has left the station.

I saw my first episode of Arrested Development. I was hilarious in a really scary kind of way. I can see why the critics like it and also why it doesn't get very good ratings.

I had a really good day at work for some reason. I was totally energized at quitting time, like I could have gone on longer. I spent some time today working on the Christmas cards that we're going to be sending out. Not enough time that you could say that I just got to do fun stuff. I spent more than an hour typing up a new form that wasn't cooperating. I think it was hard because I was making tables in Excel and then moving them to Word. And I was wondering why people use Excel so much. I'm just predisposed to use Word, and some people are more comfortable with Excel. I think I may be by the time this is all over. Anyway, too much information!

Third day of my new regime and holding strong.

Anyone interested in Harvey Danger? You can download their whole new album for free on their website. I'm listening to it now. I think I may have to buy it. It's pretty different from their first one, which I also have. My brother went to one of their concerts, apparently the lead singer likes to wear a tophat. And if you don't know who they are, they are a Seattle band who had a famous song in a movie. "Paranoia, paranoia, everybody's coming to get me...Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me, you told them all I was crazy, they cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee, God damn you." I like that song.

Congrats to Uyen who has been posting regularly! Though I have to say that I got an invitation to that get-together jiggi-bob, um, last Wednesday. If you're going to invite me, you might as well give me time to get there.

I've started a new exercise regime. Sitting at a desk all day long is not helping my fitness level. The idea of sitting at a desk for the rest of my life is not helping my mental fitness level. I've gotta find something unconventional to do!

My credit union savings account gets just under twice as much interest as my bank savings account. Guess where I'm going to put my money. And my credit union will send out checks every month for all my bills. I'm kinda getting into this financial stuff, keeping track of everything, and making sure that my credit will be good...when I start making it into the credit report databases.

I finally finished the Moo book. Now I don't feel like reading ever again. Are you asking yourself whether I'm a pod person yet?

Today I was telling Andy how 4 years in CA weakened me until now I have the climatic fortitude of a week-old chihuahua. Actually, I didn't use those exact words, but they are true none-the-less. The scariest thing I've had to face is drive home on a 2-lane highway with a depleted cell phone battery in the dark while it's snowing gigantic snowflakes. People started leaving work at 2:00 to make sure they got home okay, but I was like, eh, I'm fine...until 5:00 rolled around, then I started whining like a baby.

But here I am, I'm okay, just as long as I get that steering wheel warmer for Christmas.

I think I'm lonely. I'm always really tired at the end of the day, but I've noticed that if something excites me, I'm all awake, and then I sort of slump back into the fatigue. So how do I go about getting unlonely? I'm too tired to try.

I've got all this stuff I'm trying to do, but reference the above paragraph.

I've decided that I'm a lazy hypochondriac. I'm always worried that I'm dying and there is brain fluid leaking out of my ears, but I'm too lazy to have anyone check it out.

I got my hanten from Ann today. Can I have a witness to the fact that a week ago she said that she hadn't sent it and she didn't have any money to send it? So how is it here? Huh huh?

Anywhoo, back to the reason, you're here, ME! I'm sitting here, wearing my hanten, contemplating downloading a different screen saver because the one I have makes noise and annoys everyone. But I'm not going to do it because I'm lazy and I'm hungry.

One more thing. I've talked to my dad on the phone a couple times in the past week because we're working out some money issues. And it seems like he's actually interested in what's going on in my life. I know, it's weird. Just thought I'd report.

A dream made me think of this next thing. I can't remember what it was about, but I know it was weird because 1) it made me think of this next thing, and 2) I was on my deathbed.

So what is the physical difference between life and death? Death being the absence of life and therefore a form of life, so rephrasing the question, what is the physical definition of life? I mean, besides the whole, living things moving around bit, is there a difference? If we took a CAT-Scan of a live person and a recently deceased person, could we tell the difference?

And what is the special little spark thing that makes unlife into life, not death into life, it doesn't work that way. Why doesn't a dead thing come back to life? A fully-formed dead person would be a lot more capable of taking care of itself than a little embryo, so it seems that in the choose-the-easiest-path scheme of the world, a fetus would not be the way to go.

Life being what anyway?

Hey! You all can just take back your clouds! We have no more room for them. It's foggy 24 hours a day! I can't even see the stop lights while I'm driving to work. Not to mention that it's dark anytime I want to go anywhere. Remember me if I die somewhere on the road!

On yeah, and Satan is my motor.

I accidentally got to some of the first posts I ever made. Boy, I used to think a lot and write it down. Now, is it that I don't think anymore, or just that I don't write it down anymore?