Happiness is a day away

Yeah, so I'm moved into my new place. I love it. It was a tiring process and you'll notice I have the coldsore to prove it. My new home is cozy, warm and completely smoke-free. My landlords (I prefer to think of them as friends - but they're landlords too) are incredible. So incredible in fact, that the morning after a night of drinking and whatnot one of them knocked on my door and presented me with a warm Solly's cinnamon bun. Tip of the iceberg, I'm telling you. I've been touching wood constantly (funny) - to ward off any fucked up jinx I might attract with all this hope and happiness. You hear that, you hagged-out fates? I'm covered, so go fuck with someone else for a bit.

I have only a few days left of work before my contract ends and then it's pogey time. The dole. I've only ever collected 3 weeks of EI in my life and so I'm actually not dreading redundancy as much as I should. I could use the break, really. All this month-to-month living is hard on the body and soul. I will read books, write and sleep a bit. I refuse to panic for exactly one month. It's in writing.

I still do not have a computer lined up - so after the 31st my online presence will diminish until I become nothing more than an un-updated blogger page to you all. It's very sad. You know what else is sad? I have to lose 10 pounds before my sister's wedding. You know what's even sadder? I have to go for a pap test tomorrow. My doctor refuses to refill my prescription baby-inhibitors unless I submit to the evil procedure. I have managed to worm my way out of it for 3 years now. It's been a pretty good run, I guess. Everything happens to me.

My time is up. I have boxes to unpack.




p.s. - it's super disgusting how all my clothing and belongings reek of smoke. I mean, I knew that motherfucker of a landlord's smoke was coming in to my apartment, but holy moly - now that I'm in a clean joint, the smell emanating from my stuff is revolting. very upsetting.