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Aug. 16th, 2006 04:55 pmSo, I'm back from Italy. And it was quite nice - warm and sunny and beautiful and pleasant. With fantastic food and wines, and amusing people around. In conclusion: parent-subsidized vacations are Quite Nice.
I went to the dentist this morning (hate!hate!hate!) and had them confirm that there is nothing that needs fixing (while I'm still covered by my dad's insurance plan, it seemed like a reasonable thing to take care of). Except that, having had my teeth cleaned, they hurt. Or my gums do. Or, well, something hurts, and it is Quite Unpleasant. I predict another three years of not seeing dentists...
And I'm getting along quite well with packing up my apartment (or, rather, I'm getting along well enough to convince myself that I have a shadow of a chance of getting it done, which is good enough, as well as being the best I can do). And I will be packing, again, this coming weekend. Yay? *shrugs* Since I'm not actually living there anymore, it'll be nice to be done with the packing/dealing with stuff and move on to, oh say, having time off and time to see people on weekends.
And I'll probably be moving on the weekend of the 16th (of September) for people who were wondering, though this isn't confirmed yet (not one bit). But... yeah.
And now, since I think I'm kinda woozy and I've been in the office all day, I'm going to see about getting out of here. And reading role-playing books. And... maybe even a novel. If I can manage to disappear into my room for long enough. (Oh - side-note? The neighbor spread pig manure in all the fields. The house stinks to hell. I'll CELEBRATE getting back to Montreal tomorrow night, if only for that!)
I went to the dentist this morning (hate!hate!hate!) and had them confirm that there is nothing that needs fixing (while I'm still covered by my dad's insurance plan, it seemed like a reasonable thing to take care of). Except that, having had my teeth cleaned, they hurt. Or my gums do. Or, well, something hurts, and it is Quite Unpleasant. I predict another three years of not seeing dentists...
And I'm getting along quite well with packing up my apartment (or, rather, I'm getting along well enough to convince myself that I have a shadow of a chance of getting it done, which is good enough, as well as being the best I can do). And I will be packing, again, this coming weekend. Yay? *shrugs* Since I'm not actually living there anymore, it'll be nice to be done with the packing/dealing with stuff and move on to, oh say, having time off and time to see people on weekends.
And I'll probably be moving on the weekend of the 16th (of September) for people who were wondering, though this isn't confirmed yet (not one bit). But... yeah.
And now, since I think I'm kinda woozy and I've been in the office all day, I'm going to see about getting out of here. And reading role-playing books. And... maybe even a novel. If I can manage to disappear into my room for long enough. (Oh - side-note? The neighbor spread pig manure in all the fields. The house stinks to hell. I'll CELEBRATE getting back to Montreal tomorrow night, if only for that!)
