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David and I are sitting in his room being nerds. two people + two computer science degrees + two laptops = zero interaction. that’s how it works.

Well, there’s a little interaction. I just told him I was going to live blog our nerd session. Please note that when I use the term live blog, i am always being ironic. I am being even more ironic when I actually do it, since I think live blogging is about the most terrible concept ever. sorry, Internet.

So here we go!

David is playing with a calculator that has functions that appear to mimic circuit logic. things that come up in the result field are hexadecimal values. And that’s all I understand about it because he’s now moved to playing with rememberthemilk.com. Autumn and I are talking about boys, and how they never understand that for most women, predictability is much more important than overall effort. Take note, boys: you can get away with way less than you would probably expect as long as you are consistent. If you call 4 times on Monday and 3 times on Tuesday and then not again until Friday, that is way not as good as calling once every other day. that’s how we know that things are ok and nothing has changed and you aren’t having second thoughts or some sort of freakout, and we can relax and enjoy whatever’s going on and not stress about your emotional states/needs, you ungrateful bastards, all of you.

David is now playing “It’s so Hard” by Big Punisher in response to some observations I just made about his general performance at life. I am still laughing about it. And I think in doing so, he just gg’d this live-blog session.

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So why am I still at David’s and not in my new apartment? Well, it wasn’t ready when it was promised to be. That was sort of a bummer, but I still got my keys and spent all day moving my stuff from David’s into my apartment full of maintenance people, so my day off wasn’t wasted. I set up all the utilities but I don’t have power until tomorrow, which I guess is fine since after a whole day of working their asses off, the maintenance people are still not done fixing everything and need another day.

True story: while looking for the city hall today, i discovered this cute little part of the downtown that i’ve never seen. There was a building made up to look like some old ice cream parlor or something, and I looked for the sign that explained what kind of “shoppe” it was, but instead read “BAIL BONDS”. Oh, Durham. You are so festive.

Also on today’s list of accomplishments is meeting my new next door neighbor. He seems like a cool guy. I think we’re going to share internet, which would be pretty fabulous. I heard from Marc in Japan while sitting in my dark electricityless apartment, which was definitely fabulous except that it killed my phone. I was forced to ignore several calls after that because I was on the last shred of charge and wanted to be available for David, whose house key I had, so I’m sorry if I missed you tonight. The phone died anyway, but luckily David knew exactly what i would do if I had no way of reaching him, which is nothing. I just sat in his apartment and caught up on scrabulous moves.

I was so exhausted and scratched up and bruised from the move, and I didn’t realize it at all until we decided to give moving a rest for the night and get some dinner. I think I just hadn’t sorry for myself during any of today’s setbacks because at least i was able to respond on my terms, and i like reminders that i’m strong and can do stuff like move myself and it’s not a big deal, because that makes me feel like i’m going to be ok in other areas of my life. I felt plenty sorry for myself last night, but today’s hassles were pretty easily dealt with.

So David and I went to Jimmy Johns and they played Led Zeppelin and we had our usuals but let me tell you, never was a roast beef sub so glorious. I can’t tell you quite how much I enjoyed that meal; I was the kind of happy where you sort of freak out at how happy you are, a freakish degree of happiness that usually requires a very special social situation and a not-trivial amount of alcohol. But after today, all it took was a Big John and the world was new again.

I am really being terrible company, so I’m going to try to go earn my keep around here. Stay tuned for another chapter in my ongoing songs about the panda (/my apartment).