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Power is out and I am BORED. Somebody please text me?

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So the power went out at work just as I was in the middle of a long-ass entry, which is consequently now trapped on the work computer, but on retrospect, that’s not a bad thing, because since I started that (rather whingy) entry, things have started to look a lot better.

For one thing, my problem with actually getting at my money seems to be solved (knock on wood). I have a bank card! Not activated yet, but still. I also have cheques! I am inexplicably pleased about this. Cheques! I’ve never used cheques! This is so cool!

The gas has been connected, and the kind gas man (possibly in exchange for the show I only afterwards realised I must’ve given him by wearing hotpants and a tight t-shirt—-It’s hot, okay?) showed me how to light the oven, and I’ve figured out how to go about getting a TV license and a connection to the aerial (sp?), despite an earlier frantic scramble for my keys, I have not yet managed to lock myself out of my apartement, and things are coming together slowly but surely.

And thank fuck for it too, because the stress has been getting to be to the point where I woke myself up at four this morning with a blinding, near-migraine headache, and while it wasn’t quite a full-blown attack (by which I mean painkillers had at least some effect and I could still, you know, see), it was enough to make me cry in pain. Ow. Hate.

Okay, so, right. Will be doing a shitload of shopping tomorrow, for things ranging between a duvet over some filing stuff (will get back on that) to screws. For my desk. Because the original ones are in my dad’s toolbox, in Belgium. *facepalm* And I need to set up my desk before I can set up the rest of the boxroom, so I spent most of yesterday evening sorting through all the crap I’ve collected over the years. Man.

Apart from enough notebooks and scrap paper to feed a small third world nation, and a number of doodles and drawings dating back as far as 1999 (my self-portraits have long hair? The fuck? I cut my hair in ’96!), I also found ( all my handwritten stories. )

That/s one of the biggest advantages of handwriting stories, of course--you have a permanent record of everything you ever wrote. And this is why I need the filing thing, because apart from the handwritten stuff, I want to keep a printed hardcopy (and a softcopy on CD) of all my writings, just in case.

And in unrelated news, I passed on the Good Job Karma anothersuperboy gave me way back when to sonatine, and it worked for her too! Clearly we’re on to something here. :D