Sunday, July 6th, 2003
In A Future Age
I think I’ve found a place to live. I’ve been sitting here hemming and hawing over the rental application for over a day now, not, as I’ve realized, because of reservations about the place – it’s not perfect but it’s pretty damn good – but because I’m getting cold feet about giving up my cushy lifestyle here at my brother’s place. I’ve been here almost four years, long enough to be pretty comfortable here. Maybe too comfortable? I dunno, I figure this is just a phase, and I’ll get over it. I know that getting out on my own is the best thing to do, even if it means giving up laundry in the apartment and having a car at my disposal. Change is good. I will fax in my application tomorrow and hopefully I’ll be looking for boxes and dealing with the logistical nightmare of actually moving soon thereafter.
I don’t think I’m going to the SARSapalooza shin-dig. Now that Metric has announced their July 25 show at the Lula Lounge, I have seven concerts in 16 days – that’s a helluva lot. Somehow I don’t think that capping that run off with hours of standing at Downsview airforce base watching a concert on giant screens with half a million people is what I really want to do. And anyway, I should be making moving arrangements then…
This Snood thing looks to be pretty damned addictive.
I picked up a slightly dog-eared copy of A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius, on the recommendation of, like, everyone. I don’t even know what this book is about. Are there aliens? I hope there are aliens.
Going back home this afternoon as it’s my brother’s 32nd birthday. As a gift, I’m giving him his second bedroom back after 4 years!
np – Wilco / Summerteeth Demos