This shit can stop now.
May. 21st, 2003 09:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deliriumcrowWhere to start.... We went downstate this weekned to look at apartments. No luck. Though I am getting called back this time, which is a plus. We're not doing the five bedroom thing though. And we might not even be all in the same town, as Remy and I may well end up in New Paltz, while the rest seem to be looking in Kingston. I don't know yet. Either way, I ahve to call the landlord here and see if we can stay a little longer, like an extra month, as this the search for apartments and jobs is going for shit at this point. We have very little money left, and things are generally going badly. Remy hasn't practiced driving recently, though I think tonight is supposed to remefy that.
And as to today. It sucks. It's barely 9 in the morning, I'm awake, nad never did go back to bed after waking up at 6 after the alarm went off for Remy. Why, you might ask, as goign back to bed is fairly common when I have nothing better to do? I would not really call this a better thing to do, but when I got back from the bus stop, I heard this humming coming from the back of the house. Ok, so someone is working outside, right? No. My sewing machine was goign at full speed, which confused me deeple. Nothing was on the pedle, it was just going. And then I realized I was standing in a puddle. And that a good deal of my fabric was quite wet, and likely ruined. And when I pulled the pedle out of the pudlde it stopped going, which was a bit scary, in that don't put the toaster in the bathtub sort of way. And the worst part? I think this is the pipe that carries the waste water out. So now I have to call the super and get him to fix things, and in the meantime try to salvage what I can, and clean the rest of the house a bit more. I guess in that it's good, as it's motivating me to clean stuff. And the studio room is all packed now. This is the room that's flooded. Fortunately, all the expensive fabrics, all the silks and velvets and brocaded and wools and nice linens were already packed in Rubbermaid bins and on an elevated part. But all the sketches I did for my beginnign drawing class are ruined. Of course, I needed those to get credit for classes. **Snark**
I don't want to have to clean this shit myself. I really want Remy to be here, because I'm also on the verge of tears, partly from desperation and frustration, partly from anger. *nothing* is goign right. Sarah was supposed to come over and use the sewing machine, and now I'm not sure that's a good idea at all. Ok, I know it isn't. It's an extraordinarilly bad idea. But she stil needs it, so something has to be done. And the house smells like shit now. And I have to wash all that fabric and clothing now. fortunately it was only one 20-gallon bin full, but it's all wet and heavy now. And smells bad, and has to be washed. Eh, prewashing is forced this time, I guess.... I really want to just curl up and hide away from this. I also want a shower, but htis also seems like a bad idea about now. Gah! when will things start going smoothly?
And as to today. It sucks. It's barely 9 in the morning, I'm awake, nad never did go back to bed after waking up at 6 after the alarm went off for Remy. Why, you might ask, as goign back to bed is fairly common when I have nothing better to do? I would not really call this a better thing to do, but when I got back from the bus stop, I heard this humming coming from the back of the house. Ok, so someone is working outside, right? No. My sewing machine was goign at full speed, which confused me deeple. Nothing was on the pedle, it was just going. And then I realized I was standing in a puddle. And that a good deal of my fabric was quite wet, and likely ruined. And when I pulled the pedle out of the pudlde it stopped going, which was a bit scary, in that don't put the toaster in the bathtub sort of way. And the worst part? I think this is the pipe that carries the waste water out. So now I have to call the super and get him to fix things, and in the meantime try to salvage what I can, and clean the rest of the house a bit more. I guess in that it's good, as it's motivating me to clean stuff. And the studio room is all packed now. This is the room that's flooded. Fortunately, all the expensive fabrics, all the silks and velvets and brocaded and wools and nice linens were already packed in Rubbermaid bins and on an elevated part. But all the sketches I did for my beginnign drawing class are ruined. Of course, I needed those to get credit for classes. **Snark**
I don't want to have to clean this shit myself. I really want Remy to be here, because I'm also on the verge of tears, partly from desperation and frustration, partly from anger. *nothing* is goign right. Sarah was supposed to come over and use the sewing machine, and now I'm not sure that's a good idea at all. Ok, I know it isn't. It's an extraordinarilly bad idea. But she stil needs it, so something has to be done. And the house smells like shit now. And I have to wash all that fabric and clothing now. fortunately it was only one 20-gallon bin full, but it's all wet and heavy now. And smells bad, and has to be washed. Eh, prewashing is forced this time, I guess.... I really want to just curl up and hide away from this. I also want a shower, but htis also seems like a bad idea about now. Gah! when will things start going smoothly?
