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Bah. New apartment, new stuff and I can't enjoy it at all this week. I'm house/puppy-sitting until next Tuesday. Which is not bad, just badly timed. Well, not even badly timed... I suppose the fact that it'd been planned for months would render it correctly timed. *Le sigh* I ought to have moved faster. In any case, I have so much stuff! Nothing like mooching off of your spendthrift mother and step-father! Big new TV, DVD player, stereo receiver, CD changer and more items of the same nature that I have yet to figure out. (What they are and what they do.) And a giant, oriental rug! AND there's more to come!
Charlottesville is a cutesy little town. Makes you dream of torrid romances with street performers. Or makes you want to be one. I can strum a guitar and sing other people's songs! Maybe not in tune, no, but I could certainly try! Or not try and label it abstract performing, or insightful performing, or interpretive performing. Hmm... Sleeeeep Number Bed.