let's go back to Tuesday night

Monday night is normally trivia night but was canceled because I was the only one that could make, it and, without any exaggeration, I suck at trivia. So I stayed at home and took it easy. (My unknown diagnosis had been acting up the week before and I thought, maybe I could rest it away. I am un-knowledgeable about this.)

Tuesday night, my brewing supplies & kits show up. (Seriously, I paid 13 bucks for a large paint pail because I couldn't FIND one at the hardware stores. Ace is stupid. At least, this way, I don't have to drill holes in them. I'm sure that's worth $10 plus shipping, each. grumble.) There was also a note from my apartment-complex owner-people. (I like in a 'heritage' site, FYI, so if they want to do anything to the buildings, the process is a bit more elaborate.) The brewing supplies were all good, except it looks like the ale yeast might've been activated because some idiot packed it under the ingredients box instead of next to it. (There are two 9 gallon pales in this box, it has a very clear up/down feel to it, and the two ingredient boxes aren't light.)

The letter from the apartment people said that they're planning renovations in April 2011, once they're passed by a board or something this January. They'll be updating the windows, kitchens, bathrooms, etc in all apartments. To do this, they'll be moving everyone one house over each  time and we'll get 120 days warning. In the FAQ, there was a question about gas & electric (which is paid separately) and it said that the stoves would be changed to electric. I'd also be losing the awesome tree outside my window. I'm now planning to move next summer. If I move within the 120 window, they'll cover my moving bills. (They cover them for moving from apartment A to apartment B).

Wednesday morning, the metro had a smoking electrical panel at Metro Center and, eventually, I got on a train in the opposite direction so I would be able to board one. Earlier, I learned why it is dangerous to carry an easily spooked cat before dressing (band-aids are my friend). (Work was a little odd, but it'd take longer to explain the reason than it is worth. We did put the booth up, though, and i found it very exhausting, which was because I had the plague and didn't know it yet.) That evening the Nielsen guy (TV ratings) showed up to ask if I wanted to participate and find out which demographic I fit. I told him I'd represent the "people who don't own TVs".

I almost didn't go to work Thursday, but I figured I was just tired. I came home early and slept the afternoon away then, for the life of me, couldn't sleep well at night, despite having drugged myself. I was asleep for the earthquake, as I have no clear memory of it. (DC had a tiny little earthquake, notable only because DC doesn't have earthquakes.) I almost went to work today, I had much lunch ready and was putting my make up on and everything. But make up requires one to look in a mirror and i caught my own eye and told myself 'no'. So I emailed work and went back to bed.

I am now a germ factory. Or a germ battlefield. Vive el cuerpo!