Seasonal Allergies

My computer (happy 3rd birthday, baby) has apparently suffered a series of severe allergic reactions to my tidy new little white bread apartment. I turned it in to shop #2 this afternoon, and now I am at the public library, facing 50something new Hotmail junk messages and trying to tie up some loose 'net ends. Paying bills, keeping up with friends, searching for good deals: how did we do all this before the internet?!?!

Life is good. I'm settling in at home and work a little more every day. I'm Netflixing. I have every intention of joining an exercise facility. I'm shopping at charity thrift stores, where one can find tremendous secondhand deals and where one shouldn't mind being charged too much by the elderly volunteer at the cash register. I'm collecting my transcripts for a second, more determined attempt at graduate school in the fall of '09. I'm reading, though that tends to lose in the spirited jostle with Netflix. (Did you ever watch Six Feet Under? The mother on that show, Ruth Fisher, has to be one of my favorite television characters of all time.)

I'm looking towards the future, maybe now more than ever, and doing my best to enjoy this moment, too. Spring is wonderful.

Love,
Davie...

Currently About to Check Out:
Blind Fall by Christopher Rice