With the record selection and the mirror's reflection

There’s a chance I might be getting my own place soon. Dude is buying one of them there condos, wants to rent it to me if I like it. So at the end of the week, I’ll be seeing it. I practically have the deposit check signed and ready – hopefully it won’t be a dump then, although I doubt it will be, considering it’s in the SAME BUILDING as N and C, and I know their place is no dump. We would share a living room wall. If we wanted, we could drill a hole through the wall and share cable. N is not too into this idea, because she doesn’t want to “get in trouble.” She also says it would “break the sound barrier” and I would be able to hear Lucy cry at night, while they would be able to hear me “chug 40s.” The only disadvantage to this condo complex (that sounds vaguely… Logan’s Run-esque) is that there are quiet hours, which means I can’t have raucous parties with my friends that don’t exist.

I don’t think I’ll be leaving this county for a few weeks. I need to get my life in order, so friends will have to go by the wayside until I’m more settled in December. Then (wuh-huh) I’ll make them come up here for me for a house warming party. None of this $66 a pop round-trip just to be screwed by Amtrak.

The interesting thing about this whole “getting settled” move is that I need to get a driver’s license. I am 7 years late in getting it, but there are other things more pathetic that I’ve been waiting 7 years for, give or take. On Saturday, I practiced driving around the mall. What a shit fest that was. Drove me nuts. I also had lead foot. There’s nothing like driving badly to ruin your life day.

Well, something’s gotta give. That movie was on last night, incidentally. I really can’t stand it. I don’t know why. Something about it depresses me horribly. Maybe it’s that little speech Diane Keaton gives to Amanda Peet near the end, about how you can’t be afraid and you have to fall in love. Blah blah blah. And then, flash forward six months and Amanda Peet is knocked up and married to a nice, vaguely-geeky-probably-smart-but-still-handsome-and-successful guy. Hope I didn’t ruin the ending for anyone. Still, I’m so glad that she decided to fall in love and have babies. I’m so glad she decided to meet the right guy.

What I originally was going to write: Well, something’s gotta give. I play far too much video solitaire after work. I haven’t been writing. Every night, as I fall asleep, I think of some dramatic scene or other – usually one I have all mapped out, but for whatever reason can never write down. If I don’t make it to the end of the year, my 2005 resolution will be to suck it up and reserve at least a couple hours for what should have been my life’s work.

I can tell today will not be an extroverted day. Today will be a, “Yes, I can answer your question, but only if it is a quiet question and you don’t look me in the eye when asking it” kind of day.

Wish me luck.