so i unloaded that crummy apartment. the guy was actually way laid-back about it, didn't even mind that i hadn't finished painting. but now i'm back where i started, looking for a place, with only 18 days left. no problem, right?

so i went to my new place this weekend to start painting, and holy god, is it a dump.
i guess i didn't inspect closely enough or i was just blind, but i don't know how i can live there. i haven't actually signed a rental agreement yet, but i have forked over $745. i'm fucked. i'm scrambling now to see what i can do to get out of it. and getting very, very depressed...

so i've found a new place to live since the evil bastards are turning my beautiful apartment into lousy condominiums. fuckers. all they're going to do to renovate the place in replace the windows, and get this, they want $131k for my unit! i mean, it's a fabulous place and all, but it's still just a studio...that's one freakin room!!
whatever. the new place is fine. just as big, not as nice, $10 less a month. bleh.
triathlon training seems to be on schedule, but i still think i must be off my rocker for doing this. i hope it doesn't kill me.

i want to move to paris, live above a bakery in a studio with a bed, a writing desk, and shutters that work.

does anybody here know who robert ball is? he's the evil bastard buying up al of portland and turning every building into completely unaffordable, high end condos for the very rich and snooty. well, he just bought my building. and he's being very sneaky. he told the lady he bought the building from (who grew up and still lives here) and the new onsite manager guy he just hired that he would keep the place as rental apartments. well yesterday i spied a memo in the offce entitled "speculations for converting the ---apartments into condominiums." when i asked on-site manager guy he obviously had no idea--it wasn't meant for him--and even said "well there goes my job security." arghhh!!
so all signs point to me having to move out which blows because this place rocks and it's really cheap.

yay long weekend, boo work tomorrow.

man i hate my job. it's bad enough that it's completely mindless, that i spent 6 years in college and grad school to work in a place where only a ged is required, that one of my oldest friends is actually my supervisor--causing unending tension, but today i got in trouble for talking!!! wtf?!?! i thought i was done with that when i got outta high school. argh!!
whatever.
i joined a gym today and am going to start training for a triathlon of all things. my athletic friend swears it will only take 10 weeks, but i'm skeptical.
so, anyone following the blood pressure saga, i had a friend at work take it today and it was 126/80-something, which is better than the 130/100 it was yesterday, but still high. i don't get it--i don't smoke, i'm not fat, i eat fairly well, no drugs ('cept the pill, but i've been on that for years). and it seems to have only started rising in the past couple of weeks. i see the doc tomorrow.

so i had a visit to the ol' physical therapy doc--work related back injury (always pivot, never turn at the waist!) anyhoo, they took my blood pressure as is routine and it was 130/100!!! that's way high! especially for me. and now my ultimate fear of blood clots and stroke has been compounded by my internet search on the subject. i have a *real* doctor's appointment on thursday since i've been feeling sickly lately anyways. she'll get to the bottom of this. in the meantime, i'm waiting for my mommy to call me back with some reassuring words (that i, at least, won't stroke out before my appointment the day after tomorrow).

bleh. i think i'm getting sick. that's what i get for playing hooky from work yesterday (now i've got actual hooky!). but it was worth it, what a great day. i got a membership to the japanese garden in washington park. that place rocks. why hadn't i been there before?

so, for the past week i have this thing where a portion of my fingers and/or toes turns white and numb and cold. what the fuck's up with that?