Wrapping

Bedroom starting to look barebones. Couch: gone! Dresser: gone!

Babbling geezer came by to buy my printer. "I don't need the power cord," he said. "We got plenty of power cords at home."

Alriiight.

Hour later he leaves a message on my phone. He needs the power cord. I delete his message and forget to call him back.

Tomorrow: SFO to meet my dad and stepmom. (This'll be my second time leaving the city this year [went to Berkeley on Monday])

Still waiting on a package at this address and I'm outta here Saturday. Arrive!

Have to deal with landlord before I leave to get my deposit. He says he needs to figure out utilities, and the thing is that I'm supposed to pay part of the utilities but I've never paid utilities here. I won't be mad if he tries to keep the deposit, yet he can't get any more money out of me so I might as well have fun fighting for it.

Yes, the real dilemma is what to do with my sea monkeys. Release them INTO THE WILD of some moss-eaten pond in Golden Gate Park (will they live?) . . . or leave them at the mercy of my notoriously slovenly roommates? I can't make this kind of Sophie's Choice decision.

Final Whining

It seems the closer I get to moving out, the more annoying and slobbish my roommates become. I cannot fucking wait to live alone. My goal is to never have roommates again.

I also have two more days of work (Friday and Tuesday [to make sure I get paid for Memorial Day]). Time just seems to move slower there.

Cool and Uncool

Cool, my roommate Claire's brother is going to take over my room, which means I can get out of my lease early. I wanted him to buy all my furniture, but it looks like that ain't gonna happen. Maybe the bed, but nothing else. So now I gotta start the selling-shit-on-craigslist routine.