I think I have only gotten about seven hours of sleep total since I woke up on Friday morning. But, you know what? WORTH IT.

Yesterday was Play Dash, from which I blogged (or attempted to… I haven’t yet checked to make sure it actually posted). That started at nine in the morning and then went until… well, my team finished at about three or so. Which gave us all enough time to go home, charge our phones and then jump right back into vehicles and public transportation devices and go to The Doubleclick’s CD Release party!

I am so proud of my friends you guys. But I’ll write about that tomorrow.

From there I went to my friend J’s house, where I stayed the night because it was late and we had plans to go to the Stumptown Comics fest together anyway and, really, why go all the way from one side of town to the other if the plan was just to get up in a few hours and go right back across town to the convention center?

You guys, Stumptown was awesome. I’m not really a comic book person. I enjoy them from time to time, when I remember to read them and I appreciate the place they have in our culture but I’ve never really spent time immersed in the comic book world until today. I feel like now I understand my comic book fan friends a little more. I even made some new friends of my own and that’s always nice. It was fun to show J that, seriously, no matter where I go I seem to always make a friend or two… which is something that I am incredibly grateful for.

I’m also incredibly grateful that I got the chance to see my friend Indy today, even if it was just for thirty seconds. Indy is the brains and heart behind the Stumptown Comics Fest. It’s his baby and it turned out, I think (as a novice), pretty darn well. I was really impressed! I mean, I know he’s had his head buried in work and convention wrangling for a really long time now, but to see it all of that Right There In Person… I hope he feels as awesome about the way the show turned out as I do about being able to spend time there.

After that, because my weekend wasn’t packed enough, I convinced my friend J to take his inaugural visit to IKEA. Where we stayed for far too long. Because its IKEA.

And now? Now I must pass out for many many many hours. Until tomorrow when I get up and get to work on paying work to do that whole earning a living and paying the rent thing.

So! This is a blog post. It is a blog post that I am writing *with my phone* while my team figures out a puzzle that my mind lacks the…uh….analytical nature…to be much help for…with….

I can’t help them because my brain does not *do* numbers.

Yeah that.

Today is savagely busy and I am very tired but I am also having quite a lot of fun…particularly since I can use my smart phone to blog.

God bless you technology. God bless you all the way to the not failing BEDA bank!

I get it at this time every calendar cycle… it’s that eyes glazed over “holy crap rent is due” panic thing that makes me put my head down and just work and work and work and work until my brain starts to leak out of my ear.

But! BEDA is a cruel mistress so I am blogging.

I think it’s a work of genius so far, don’t you?

No?

Well then I guarantee you’re going to LOVE tomorrow’s post…

To better plan my days and months so that the end of the month is not always a super duper cram session?

Not today, that’s for sure.

I talked about this a little bit on my vlog, but I decided not to apply for the studio I looked at yesterday. I want to move. I just don’t want moving to stress me out so badly that I go bald, which trying to facilitate the monetary means for a move right now would surely do.

It’s so frustrating!

I know that I will get there eventually and I know that deciding to stick around my current location isn’t the worst thing in the world. I’m really really lucky that my problem is “do I want to choose this great living situation or that great living situation?” It’s just that this limbo thing is driving me bonkers….er than usual.

Wow. I need a day off.  Who wants to pay my rent so I can take a nap?

Today I found a studio that I actually halfway LIKE.  I mean if the biggest complaint I can come up with for it is that it has no grounded outlets, that has to mean something right?

I don’t know if I’m going to apply for it or not. I need to talk to my landlord in the morning about leases and security deposits and thirty day notices. I may still end up staying her for a few more months.

Mostly I am encouraged that I found more to like about this space than I did to dislike it…which makes me feel like I’m getting readier to move.

Which is weird.  Because oh I can so still talk myself out of moving. And into moving. And back out of moving. And back into moving. And back out of moving. And…you get the idea.

More moving talk! Ugh! I know!

But it’s almost midnight and I almost forgot to blog today…because I was talking myself into and out of and into and out of and into and out of and into and out of and into and out of and into and out of and into and out of applying for this place.

Revolving door, party of one, your table is waiting.

Not that time. Don’t worry dudes who are reading this is not going to get all girly on you.

It’s that time of the month when I go “Oh right. Rent is due soon.” And have to put my head down and work like crazy to get things done. Every month I want to plan better and every month I get to this last week and go “oh crap.”

This month though, this month is because I was paying extra on bills because I wanted to get by balances on credit cards and things down to a far more respectable level, so that future background/credit checkers in landlordy type offices do not freak out at my debt to income ratio. Because here’s the thing: I qualify for income restricted housing. But I do not want to wait for one of those places to open up. I want to move. I want to move now. I am at the point of almost shooting myself in the foot (so to speak) and taking what would charitably be called a closet with a kitchenette (that requires a year long lease) just to be done with it…and because my current apartment manager wants me to sign a new lease on this place and I really don’t want to be stuck here for many more months… in spite of that being the more rational and reasoned approach to things.

I know that I’ve talked a lot about moving and you guys are probably going to get sick of it, if you aren’t already. But this is the first time that I will be moving somewhere just because I want to move there. It is the first place that is going to be all mine and only mine and not my part of a shared roommatey situation or mine all mine because it’s leftover from my marriage. It is going to be all mine from the time I get there. And I’m excited for that.

I am also so sick of living in transition. Really. If I thought I could swing the financials of living out here for another six months all by myself I might actually be tempted to sign the lease, just to have it decided. But. I’m not. I want out. I want out of here NAAAAAAAOW.

So thanks for your patience. I am hoping that I have something better to talk about tomorrow.

In the meantime, I need to come up with a challenge for May. Ideas?

This weekend was one of those weekends. You know the kind I’m talking about. The kind of flash summer that happens mid-rainy season to remind you that, no, it really won’t be cold and rainy forever, that there are just a couple more months of that stuff left and that you can survive until then…without dropping bunches of money on one of those sunlight simulating lightbulb lampy things.

It was eighty degrees and sunny out all weekend. It was warm enough that I could walk around downtown with my friend at midnight and be completely comfortable without a coat. It was warm enough that I didn’t need a blanket nest or a sweater yesterday or today. It was bright and sunny enough that I didn’t need to turn on any lights in my apartment until late into the evening.

It was beautiful enough outside that I–someone who favors the indoors in almost every situation–abandoned my couch and went outside. A lot.

And that is why I wasn’t on Twitter that much, Mom.

Two nights with no sleep

No brain no work not today

Sooooo tired means haiku

Promised daily posts

But today it’s pretty out

This is all you get

Today I went and looked at three different apartments. They all had something wrong with them. I don’t say it because I’m too picky. I say it because it is true (and because, yes I am being kind of picky).

Apartment #1 was about the size of my freshman year dorm room. When I mentioned this, the manager said “that’s funny, because this did use to be a small bedroom!”  NO. EFFING. KIDDING. No really. My bed would have taken up the entire space. I wish I was exaggerating. Sad.

Apartment #2 was just down the hall and it was actually kind of cute. It was a studio as well but it was cheaper because the window faces the wall of another building so there is no view.  There was an actual kitchen with GINORMOUS cabinets. Wow. I bet there is more cabinet space there than I have here, just because of how tall the cabinets are. I could probably fit my bed and dresser in there and maybe, if I get creative, a bookshelf or two. There would not, however, be enough space to have a work space of any kind. And the (stand up, no tub) shower is so small I’d be constantly banging my elbows against the wall… dealwithable if I could have a shower curtain but, of course, it has a door. And there is ZERO space to accommodate friends from out of town who might want to stay overnight. It would do in a pinch but it’s in a seriously desirable neighborhood so it’ll be rented by the weekend. Sad.

Apartment #3 was slightly out of my price range but it is BEAUTIFUL. BEEEEAAAYOOOOTEEEFULLLL. And it has a washer and dryer IN THE UNIT. And it is a one bedroom, not a studio. And they pay for hot water because they have those no-hot-water-heater things to heat the water in the building. And there is closet space. And a full sized kitchen. It’s so so so so nice. And so so so so so so so so so so awkwardly located. As a pedestrian who relies on public transit it just isn’t feasible. I’d have to take the train just to go grocery shopping. Or get a soda. Or, really, do anything or go anywhere. And the closest train stop is a ten minute walk away through a kind of sketchy looking area.  Sad.

I have an appointment to look at another place tomorrow…

I’m trying to be positive and see this as “now I know what the apartments in that building are like” and “now I know what that management company is looking for” and “now I know what I need if something opens up there in the future.”

But at the same time… yikes. I need to win the lottery or something.