Busy busy busy
Oct. 2nd, 2002 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plutherusAll sorts of things suddenly springing up lately to take up my time. I created mailing lists and project plan for my new nonprofit Geeks Without Borders (more info on that once I have some. Coming soon: website!) and have spent many many hours administering it. There are thousands of little details that keep popping up. And we haven't even done the paperwork to incorporate yet!
Then there's my apartment search. I think I found one - a tiny one-bedroom in San Francisco's SOMA district - the trendy little place where all the artists hang out. I absolutely love the neighborhood. Met some of the neighbors already, and the landlord, all seem cool. No oven in the kitchen (but I get a fridge and sink and counter space for a microwave). I get a fire escape for a balcony, four stories up (apartment 42, can you beat that!) with no elevator. And all this for only $985/month.
And, of course, continued car problems. My transportation difficulties are actually what prompted the move. After my last problems, I decided not another dime into this one. I went to two different dealerships, looking to buy a new car. Neither of them would just shut up and deal with what I told them I wanted, they kept trying to steer me to more expensive vehicles. ("Yes, I'm 35, overweight, and single, but I've still got my hair, so I don't need a late-model convertable mustang, thank you, good-bye!"). So I gave up on these assholes, and decided to move instead to where I could just use public transportation, and sell/donate/abandon my current car when it dies. Then I'll make payments to myself for a year or two, and buy a car for cash from someone else, the way everyone always says to do, but that nobody really does.
Oh, yeah, and Neverwinter nights. Biggest time-sink of all, until the GWoB stuff started...
Then there's my apartment search. I think I found one - a tiny one-bedroom in San Francisco's SOMA district - the trendy little place where all the artists hang out. I absolutely love the neighborhood. Met some of the neighbors already, and the landlord, all seem cool. No oven in the kitchen (but I get a fridge and sink and counter space for a microwave). I get a fire escape for a balcony, four stories up (apartment 42, can you beat that!) with no elevator. And all this for only $985/month.
And, of course, continued car problems. My transportation difficulties are actually what prompted the move. After my last problems, I decided not another dime into this one. I went to two different dealerships, looking to buy a new car. Neither of them would just shut up and deal with what I told them I wanted, they kept trying to steer me to more expensive vehicles. ("Yes, I'm 35, overweight, and single, but I've still got my hair, so I don't need a late-model convertable mustang, thank you, good-bye!"). So I gave up on these assholes, and decided to move instead to where I could just use public transportation, and sell/donate/abandon my current car when it dies. Then I'll make payments to myself for a year or two, and buy a car for cash from someone else, the way everyone always says to do, but that nobody really does.
Oh, yeah, and Neverwinter nights. Biggest time-sink of all, until the GWoB stuff started...
