Tagged: stress

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Bohemian goes Barefoot, Pt. 2: He Cooks

So where was I? Ah yes, I’d gone out to Arlington in the middle of a workday, waited 2 hours in the warm and muggy rain and got shuffled past Ina Garten as she swiftly signed 2 books for me...

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time: like a clock of the heart

Actually, it’s nowhere near that poetic or new romantic. To be honest, I’m ready to see the past year put in the ground. I’m just shy of a week away from my birthday and one gets into a state of reflection…

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culture: I’m a believer

Look on my vacuum-sealed works, ye mighty, and despair! The exterminator came for the first of two visits yesterday and he could not have been more friendly and professional. Mostly the prep and eradication methods I’d done had helped a...

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home: an insect of the family Cimicidae

So… yeah, I’ve got bedbugs. All those times hearing the rhyme, Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite! and I thought it was just a cute thing to say at bedtime. Yeah… not. Even though this is just the latest...

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moving: all done!

Well… almost. As I stepped out of the shower today, I realized that I didn’t have my bathrobe… which is still hanging on the 3M hook on the back of the bathroom door at my old apartment. Hello, after-work errand!*...

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moving: closet zero

Wow. As I said on brightkite, I honestly never thought I would get to this point. My closet–after coming out of it–ended up being a catch all for just about everything else that doesn’t normally see the light of day....

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stress: never sleep again…

I seriously think my dreams are trying to tell me something.. or keep me from sleeping.. or kill me, I dunno. I don’t know if this was stress-related or just my subconscious having a bit of fun with me. After...

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moving: bait & switch?

It’s not another craigslist spam story, that’s something right? It is, however, a story of a legitimate ad that was still useless! After returning from errands, I fired up the ol’ browser. For some reason I still have faith that...

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moving: Spam, Spam, Baked Beans…

I really thought I was done with the series of moving-related spam posts this week* but clearly not. But it’s Friday, so let’s lighten the mood first off: Salsus told me that I’d mentioned spam far too often not to...

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moving: Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam…

I know that craigslist is supposed to be the savior of apartment hunters, but I swear it’s giving me a headache.* I can deal with ads for apartments out of my price range, even one in my own building for...

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time: thirty-something

In roughly thirty-something days, I’ll be turning a new thirty-something of my own. Freakouts have already begun about this. You can’t help but evaluate your life, where you are, where you thought you’d be. I see myself as getting too...

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in DC: desperately seeking an apartment

All good things come to an end, I suppose. After a nice 5 year or so run in my current apartment, all signs are pointing to my needing to find a new place to live. Considering that my lease becomes...

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brain: …BOOM!

Any comic geek worth their salt* knows the events that lead up to this declaration and subsequent explosion. This is pretty much where I am right now at the office. I’ve been here before, but lately I’ve been moving well...

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culture: regulae stultis sunt

Does anyone else ever feel like a colossal tool for following the rules or playing fair? Is that just me? Just this morning I had to leave the office to go to another appointment, and I hadn’t finished my coffee...