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Still alive. I'm out in the hotel lobby cadging wireless again since Mum needs the room internet (which is not wireless) to do her morning work.

Tonight will be the first night in the new flat. There's no internet to steal, so I have to buy one; unfortunately none of the internet companies seem to think my address exists so it may be some time before I have a regular connection again. But there IS a netcafe two blocks away, so I guess I'll just get used to smelling like coffee all the time again.

I will probably not be around until tomorrow -- we leave the hotel in a little while to go grocery shopping, then once that's done mum leaves and I have to assemble my futon so that I have a place to cry myself to sleep tonight.

In good news: I get Peapod Grocery Delivery! This is so ultracool I can't begin to tell you.

Hope you all are well. :)

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Well, I live here now. I have a front door and pasta sauce and everything. I am from Chicago. I am...Chicagoan?

Am I "Illini" or is that an actual sports team? I read it on the sports page.

We stopped at a linens, bath, and depot kind of a store and mum went on a last minute RAMPAGE so now I have three rugs (they came in a set! Such a bargain!), a down blanket that's too small for my bed (also on sale) and a pillow. I haven't assembled my bed yet because I have first-night jitters; I started randomly rearranging and unpacking and then realised OKAY IT'S TIME TO STOP NOW YOU HAVE MOVED THE PHONE THREE TIMES AND STILL HAVE NO PHONE SERVICE OR BATTERIES FOR IT.

I've kinda met some of my neighbours, mostly families with ridiculously cute kids. It's a good thing I'm not totally inept at Spanish, though, as it seems to be lingua franca in my building.

The first person I properly met was the cashier at the netcafe I'm sitting in. THIS IS OUR CONVERSATION OK.

Sam: Hello! I'd like a small soda.
Cashier: Hi! Okay! Um, I know how to do this! Sorry, it's my first day here.
Sam: That's okay, I just moved here today, take your time.
Cashier: Me too, just a week ago! I came from Toronto, where did you come from?
Sam: I have friends in Toronto! I came from Austin.
Cashier: OMG I lived there for ten years! So, did you come here for a job?
Sam: Prospects thereof. (I actually said this. STFU.) I'm in the theatre.
Cashier: ME TOO. OMG OPERA SINGER.
Sam: OMG DRAMATURGE.
Cashier: OMG. Buck-thirty-five.
Sam: OMG. Sorry, here's a ten.

Seems auspicious if you ask me.

I also bought an internet. It's arriving Thursday or Friday. The nice woman on the phone verified that my apartment exists and hooked me up with a discount too.

On the downside, I can't actually get at any of my "real" mail, because my mailbox was re-keyed so I don't have a mailbox key. Fortunately I had a hold placed on everything until tomorrow. Also I haven't built my bed yet. But you know what? If I sleep on my futon pad on the floor tonight? I AM FINE WITH THAT.

I'm really tired, actually, but I missed everyone and my flat was so empty, so I came out to the cafe. God it's good to see all the comments in my inbox and the emails from people and what the hell, you guys, someone shot up an Amish schoolhouse. We saw it on the news this morning when there weren't many details, but I'm reading an article about it now and it's just unreal.

Hokay. I'm a little overstimulated so I'm going to run away again now. HI EVERYONE AGAIN.