And then there's the bit where I'm a little freaked because someone came up on the deck and broke the railing and was right there, and I didn't know. Admittedly, I (on the good side of things) had the last orgo lab on saturday and turned in my paper (after being up until 4:30 saturday morning) and came home, watched Ever After, went to a school renaissance festival with the parents, had a very early dinner, read a bit, then crashed about 7 to sleep til 1 am, so it's very possible that I slept through it. Still. Spooky.

In case you didn't get how this was ironic: You remember how I "had" to get a new computer because the old one just completly futzed on me? How I'd been talking of getting a new one for years, but was forced into it? Well, you've probably heard me gripe about getting a new bike for a few months now, but this time I really *can't* get a new one. Not when I don't know if I'll have a job in a month.

I'll call my aunt tomorrow and see if we can work out some sort of month-to-month lease option, because I certainly can't pay for this apartment without a job, but I don't know if I'll have one in 30 days, so I can't exactly give a 30 day notice. And of course the contact at HR was out of the office for the beginning of last week, so nothing there yet. Luigi did tell me they might be starting something that would have me doing just about what I do right now, but nothing's final and he doesn't know when it would be. And that I need to stay off the computer. Problem is, I'm not quite sure that I would want to be doing the same things. New experience is good. And possibly in another direction that has a little more to do with what I'm thinking I like. Maybe I don't know what I like. A shame I can't get a job reading books. I'm really good at that.

Sigh. The fortune teller person at the renaissance faire said I should work with words. Well, once someone starts paying me to do that, sure. Until then I fear my novel shall never be finished. It's that whole, can't get an agent until you finish a novel, but can't finish a novel until you have an agent to get you money. Maybe I don't understand the system. But really, it's a moot point, since I don't have a finished book, nor even how the book is *going* to finish.

I'm sure they won't find the bike. My mom pointed out that if I had ever gotten around to getting renter's insurance they probably would have given me something for the bike. Alas. I didn't want to have another monthly payment. Besides, up until now it would have been the same pay-for-something-you'll-never-use, like the warranty on my computer. Runs out before things like backlights go out so they don't do a thing except cost more money. God, I'm a cynic.

On the good side, Ross said that he would be interested in seeing Kingdom of Heaven with me and whoever else comes on friday. Yay. Now all I have to do is get through this week, study alot for the final next wednesday, and orgo will be done and I will have seen Orlando on the big screen. But I won't have a new bike yet. I swear. Irony magnet.