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Grr… my favorite t-shirt store on the face of the earth* is having another $10 sale, and I really want this beauty here, but I’m pretty broke and know I shouldn’t be spending money on clothes at the moment. I give it about three days before I break down and buy it. Or before I forget about the sale entirely. Either way, I suppose the problem is solved. [Update: Problem solved early. It's out of stock again. Should have ordered it this morning.]
I work 11-4 today, and I’ve discovered that five hours in one go is far too much time spent sitting at this desk. I start losing productivity after around three hours (probably more like 2 1/2). Luckily, I have other things computer-related to keep me busy. I’ve spent Jehovah knows how many hours searching for apartments online in the last couple of weeks.
Apartment searching isn’t going quite as smoothly as I had hoped. I think the problem is, neither Justin nor I really care where we live, which results in too broad a search to find anything specific. Worse still, Justin is in Seattle, meaning I’ve gotta make all the decisions myself. I keep talking to him online, probing for specifics, likes and dislikes, etc, and he constantly responds with a digital shrug. Hrmph. Maybe it’ll be easier once I actually start looking at the apartments in person and talking to people about them instead of just leafing through text online.
Course, that will inevitably involve calling people and talking to them on the phone, which I seem to loathe these days (just ask friends/family). Part of it’s psychological: I don’t think I’m very articulate on the phone, without the aid of gestures and whatnot. Part of it is also physical: I can’t hear well, never could, and I totally screwed myself last summer by blowing out my left eardrum. It never really healed, and my left ear is my phone ear, meaning I don’t hear well on the phone. Also, after about 10 minutes on the phone, I get nauseous. I dunno why, but it started right after the eardrum incident, so I’m assuming there’s a connection.
* I’m also a really big fan of this little consignment shop on Jupiter.