Clinging to Cali

The date of our departure is nearing a bit too quickly for my liking. There are way too many things to do that I should have done at least a month ago. And now, with only seven days to L.A. and a full week of work left, I'm not seeing a lot of opportunity to sleep in the near future. Things could be worse I suppose.

I just got off the phone with a nice woman at the New School University Housing Department, owners of the "double loft" in ground zero to which I've been assigned. The woman told me to forget the bookcase I want to bring. The space in the apartment varies, she said, and so you may want to wait on the bookcase to see if it will fit. Well, she doesn't know how many books I have, and whether or not I've read them all is beside the point. I just want them with me. So I will be bringing my bookcase. And only on August 24 will I know whether or not I can keep it. And is nine units enough for financial aid purposes? It f**king better be.

I've got my hopes up to have three classes a week. And that's how I want it to remain. That's all I've got for today. The woman who occupies the "boss" office is back so the cackling has resumed. Only four days left of that and then I say "so long" to a regular paycheck. Well, I'm off to the gyno today, just one more thing to check off the list. Go read a book.