Between blogging and life, I choose life.
No, no one has put a gun to my head and made me make that choice. What an odd movie that would make. I've just been busy with non-virtual things, so my virtual things have gone to pot. And all things considered, I'm not too crushed by that.
Recently I've had the added complication of having no internet. It's been a whole week. I'm pretty confident that my being without internet for a week is much worse than those of you who have been without electricity for a week. And I can safely say that because you can't read this.
I have no internet because my roommate took his wireless router. And my fancy apple-majigs won't work without wireless. So rather than buy one myself, I'm waiting for my new roommate to install his, which has yet to happen.
Last Saturday I was supposed to have my carpet cleaned. Knowing such things to run late, I said I'd be there from 10-12, expecting them to come on the latter end of that window. They came at 5 PM. Now, people give doctors grief for waiting in their offices too long. But do they make you wait 7 hours? Every hour or so I'd call and they'd have a new excuse. First there was a job booked before mine they hadn't known about. Then they were having problems with the machine. Then they were on the way. Two hours after being on the way they still weren't there (they must have been coming from another state) so I called again. The receptionist told me, confidently, that they were in my apartment.
They eventually came. My landlord pays for the service, evidently always has, but for some reason they couldn't accept that today, even when he called them. They had to find him face to face. Then the actually got to work. A minute later they determined my carpets were uncleanable.
My landlord is actually a reasonable enough guy, so he immediately schedule my carpets to be replaced. Only problem being I would have to move all the furniture out of my room. The point of this story was that for a good portion of the week I've been living out of my living room, filled with 3 rooms worth of furniture (it's original, plus mine, plus my roommates) with no internet.
But now the great migration and filtering of stuff has begun. I'm throwing away all manner of things (alarm clocks? Who uses those any more?) and reorganizing my apartment as well as my brand new office at work. And in the end I feel that this is far too accurate: