After midnight and I'm not even a bit sleepy. Here's a life update.Apartment
: Some day this won't be the first thing I think about when I ask my life how it's doing. Whew. After hours of poring over small print, I think I might have a handle on what's left to be done. It's all in a list now, twenty eight items like "arrange lien search" and "give two copies of recognition agreement to co-op" and "authorise UCC Financing Statements". At the closing they'll want two forms of photo id from each of us, both of which must be issued by the Government. Which reminds me that I should add Item Twenty Nine: find out if an irish passport is sufficient id.
Oh, and now that I think about it, I didn't include the co-op interview (August 17th!) or the process of giving the down-payment to someone, whatever that involves. Thirty. Thirty one. And I still need to get the cat micro-chipped. Thirty t.. no, that's a different list.
My complacent lack of knowledge (a happy state before reading the loan commitment letter) has travelled through fear and incomprehension and stress (first several readings of the loan commitment letter) and ended back at complacency again. I'm still not claiming to understand
any of this (because that would be a hilarious lie), but we have an ordered list of the things we don't know and need to learn about, and I trust that the attorneys and brokers and realtors and lenders will let us know if we left anything off the list.
Check that out, by the way: a loan commitment letter! Banks want to give us money! Did you see that xkcd strip
last week? That is exactly how I feel. Especially about Batman.Code
: Things are a bit quieter recently (despite what I just said), and last night I picked up the old laptop again and wrote some C++. I should probably be less impressed with myself for completing basic undergraduate student exercises, but I am so proud! I made C++ go! Life will be better when I stop generating "Invalid conversion" errors on every second line (C'mon, compiler, it's obviously an integer. Look at it!), but I'm starting to only hate it a bit. It'll be a while before I can solve problems without the code getting in the way though.
You know, the way I got decent at shell scripting was to stop writing perl, and I only know python because I forbade myself from writing any shell for three months, so there's an obvious and unpleasant path to not having to fight for every line of C++. Shudder.The aforementioned old laptop
: Apple haven't made a computer I liked since the 12" powerbook. I love this little guy but, even maxed out in memory and running his little heart out, you can kind of see the cogs turning inside him. You can certainly hear them. Churn, churn, wharrrrnn, gurrrrg. I don't know what I'll do if he ever stops. Very regular backups, for now. Visitors
were here and brought brown bread: actual soda bread with actual buttermilk in it. The first loaf went directly into my belly and the second one is in the freezer and I am currently resisting it using my superior will. Seeing Mark and V was just joyous, but three days wasn't long enough: I barely had enough time to fully register that they were here before I was putting them on the E train to JFK.jillzilla
was also here, and, since we'd arranged to meet about twenty minutes after the aforementioned putting-on-train excursion, I was worried that I'd be too brain-tired to maintain conversation. But, on the contrary, we had excellent Mexican (God, I could eat chile relleno right now. Why is it 1am?) and then a couple of cocktails at Pegu with lots of stories and belly laughs, and it turned out to be one of the most enjoyable nights out I've had in ages. Gym
: I'm going a lot. I like it. It makes my brain feel so good. The only time I don't like it is when there are distractions, like when I get stuck beside a hyperactive TV that won't switch off, or like the dude who was beside me last night who spent forty minutes of loud monotone telling his friend about health problems (detailed) and people they both knew (boring) and the health problems of people they knew (detailed and boring). I felt bad for the friend for about five seconds until I realised that he had the sort of mild snotty cold that requires occasional throat clearing to avoid making constant slurping rattling bubbling phlegmy noises. He chose to not take this path however and OH MY GOD the horrible sounds he produced every time he spoke. I was distressed. I sang out loud to try to distract my ears, but it didn't really happen. Earphones from now on, or becoming more comfortable with punching strangers. Lucy
: Is shedding. She says to say hey.