Aug. 14th, 2008

So potentially I was less than clear yesterday about my housing options :D

All three places I looked at were basically what the agents call vintage rehabs, which translates to "recently painted but very elderly flats". The two I essentially rejected both had terrible bathrooms: rusty, elderly fixtures, grubby floors, dirty windows, that kind of thing, and the one with the woodburning stove had a pretty objectionable kitchen too. The one that's frontrunner is at least reasonably well-kept and the kitchen is HUGE, though there's no counter space (I suspect it was designed to be able to call itself a breakfast nook, but really it's just a big empty space. Still, I could get a big table and put it there).

But, I emailed the agent and said I'd like to look at a few more places, whilst and at the same time printing out all the paperwork and getting it filled out. I just want this over and done with, really, but I also decided that I needed one more evening and if the place on the same block goes, then obviously it wasn't meant to be. And as Spider caused me to conclude, I really shouldn't factor in my parents' Thoughts On Yaoi My Housing, because whatever I do they'll end up staying in Evanston or Deerfield or somewhere as difficult as possible anyway.

Also, my glasses broke on Monday; the earpiece just snapped off its hinge and the spring broke, so I've had a lovely bit of brown tape on my glasses all week (where's a soldering iron when you need one). I went to Lenscrafters yesterday instead of going to lunch but they've discontinued using Brooks Brothers frames, so they can't just give me a new earpiece; I've got to get a new eye exam, pick out new frames (hellish process) and then wait two weeks. Because while you may be able to get most eyeglasses in about an hour, I have freaky alien eyes that require special lenses that have to be ground and fitted on the moon, or something. Out of diamond, to judge by the price. So, I know what I'm doing on Saturday.

But I will refuse to have my pupils dilated, because I can't stand eyedrops or probes touching my eyes and it's a pain in the ass and the likelihood of me having cataracts at the age of 28 is pretty much nil, so fuck 'em. This, and my refusal to have my teeth grit-polished at the dentist's office, deeply offends my mother, who calls it "being headstrong".

Well, duh, mum. GUESS WHO MADE ME THAT WAY.
Got the place. *collapses* They're cleaning and painting it this weekend and I sign the lease on Monday. I can start moving in any time after that.

R's gone off for the evening; I haven't actually seen him since Tuesday night, so he has no idea that I have a new place or where it is. I'm probably going to be offline the rest of tonight -- I owe at least three people emails but oh god. I've been running on adrenaline for like three weeks and I just want to lie down in bed and weep for a while. And possibly drink.

Yes. Drinking seems like a fine plan.

In the meantime:

"I owed Rose Tyler half my life a long time before I owed you the time of day," Ianto said gravely. "You're ripping her up when you could be making her happy. I reckon you're doing it because you don't know what else to do with her. S'all right for a bit, but the point is she only wants to help and you've given her bugger-all in return."

"What would you have done if this didn't work?" the Doctor asked, waving at the young man sitting in the grass, the beer bottle, the island of odd calm in the whole mess he'd made of his life.

"Socked you one," Ianto replied calmly.


OH AU CROSSOVER DOCTOR WHO FANFIC, I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU.

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