Friday - Moving

Spent the day moving out of my workspace. C helped. The first hour he complained about conflicts on facebook, his girlfriend, someone he bumped into downtown, some 13 year old girls sitting on his stoop at 3 am and making noise. I've known him so long that it's just kind of funny now, except for the fight he described with his girlfriend. She travels a lot, and had a week before she left to spend time with him. Instead, she watched every episode of Mad Men even though he was "begging" her to do something. He said when he realized she was leaving the next day he flipped out and yelled at her, and made her sleep in the other room. Memories - of those things that happen when a long term relationship starts coming apart at the seams - made me uneasy.

We got most of my gear moved out, there's just a few things left to move today and that will be the end of the workspace. I feel relieved. And there's a giant canvas in my living room that I can paint on just as easily. I can set up the cutting plotter and work here. I wasn't able to analyze my feelings towards it rationally until it became manageable, but then moving always sucks no matter what, and you want to take all your possessions and throw them into a bonfire.

We stopped to get something to eat at H&A. I really like one of the waitresses in there and I want to ask her to get a drink. But if she says no, then how long will it take before I can go back in there without feeling embarrassed? Meh, I have a lot more things in my past to be ashamed of, so maybe a week.

saturday - moving

( ramblings )