Well, it’s been a little over a week living up in the Chicago area, and while I’m enjoying the new job, the commute is killing me. I’ve given up trying to buy a house up here, as values are ridiculously inflated, and my house hasn’t sold yet. I’m going to sell my car, and by the looks of things, I’ll be living in one of the better neighborhoods in Chicago: Andersonville, Lakeview, Lincoln Park, Wrigleyville, or maybe Gold Coast. It’s weird that each area of Chicago actually has its own name and stated population.You’ve probably noticed my site is being redirected to my Livejournal entry now. This is only temporary while I move up here and find a new hosting provider. Hopefully I’ll have somewhere new to live this weekend, I need to get my ass out of Bartlett.Until Tomorrow

First of all, I’m posting this entry in LiveJournal only temporarily. I don’t quite have a place to live yet, I don’t want to bother with the task of porting my rather crufty hack of a website to yet another hosting provider, and the DSL hosting my server is about to expire.It was an interesting day. The drive from Bartlett to Evanston is almost exactly an hour and a half, but I expected that. I didn’t quite expect having no place to park; there are no parking garages within a mile (it seems) of my new employer. Since I was in too much of a hurry, I didn’t realize I parked in a two-hour only zone, so I got a parking ticket. Yay! I’m fighting with Ubuntu, because they got me a really nice wide-screen LCD and Ubuntu insists on giving me virtual desktop space, no matter how low I set the resolution in xorg.conf. I’d assumed they fixed X’s inability to properly configure the desktop resolution by now, but that doesn’t appear to be the case.I do know that having almost nowhere to park in Evanston tells me that it might be a better idea to sell my car and take the Metra. That means I should start looking for a place to live on or near the North-bound line. On the plus side, that’ll save me almost $600 a month after taking into account the increase in insurance and my existing payments. Hopefully, I’ll be able to find something quickly, I’m not sure how much longer I can take this drive. Too bad my only friends in the area live so far away.It doesn’t help that I didn’t sleep well last night, and have developed a headache. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Now I just gotta have my house magically sell. ^_^Until Tomorrow

I don’t really think I’ve ever felt this guilty for something I’ve felt forced into doing. Comet is now at the Scott County Humane Society awaiting adoption, and I wish there was some kind of alternative.

Why is he there? A number of reasons, really. Since the day he started using the litter-box, he never quite got the hang of actually burying the evidence. And just a short month ago, I’ve found that he’s been pooping behind the water-heater and furnace, a very hard place to clean. The weirdest part is that he’d pee in the litter box, and walk behind the furnace to poop; easily the most unconventional waste-elimination method I’ve ever seen a cat adopt. And finally, while I was petting him and Luna on my bed last night, he just started peeing. He didn’t sit and crouch like cats normally would, he was just lying down like the Sphinx, and let loose. I didn’t realize the problem until he bolted from the bed without warning, and I got a small splash of something wet. The down-comforter is likely ruined, and unfortunately so is my last shred of patience.

Today, I am a year older. Today, I enjoyed meatloaf and cheese-cake with some oatmeal peanut-butter no-bake cookies. Today, I watched a few eposides from the first season of Fraggle Rock I haven’t seen since I was five. Today, I pay no heed to the voices in my head begging me to fear the passage of time. Today, my age is equivalent to 28 cyclical revolutions of The Earth around The Sun.

No updates from me lately, that’s for sure! Why? Well, I’ve been busy trying to look for a place to live up North. Getting a new job was great, but now I have to sell my poor domicile… unfortunately there seems to be little interest in a weird looking raised ranch in late summer/early fall. And I really can’t even look for a place effectively until I know when I can move in! Aragh!