$666.51

K's Choice - [Everything for Free]--- A little Sympathy, a little money, some cleaning, and some coffee. I feel good. It was a good night. A good morning.

I need sleep, now. A nap, before my dresser gets here, between 1 and 4 pm.

My room looks lilke i'm ready to pack it up, again, and move... Which is somewhat fitting, i guess.

Time for bed.

Dream Well

"Your Day"

Squirrel Nut Zippers - [Hell]--- Everyboody get's One. And it's true. Everyone gets a day wher eit is, in fact their day. The days i note, where everything, for good or ill, simlpy seems to fall into place, and lock down, and you notice things, and you learn things. (Tom Waits - [The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me)]). The days are yours, and you gain from them, gain a solidity of your perspective, and of the things you knew, all along. Maybe you'll have to think about them, more, later, and maybe they'll fuck you up, and make you cry, on any other day, but on Your Day, they ring out clear as crystal champagne flutes...

Maybe it's a phone call, or an e-mail, or a livejournal post, that starts it off. Maybe it's simply looking out and the sky is that shade of grey you remember, from when you were really little, on mornings before you had a great day at school... Things you remember, and piece together, in retrospect, forward. (Damon Albarn& Michael Nyman - [Boyd's Journey]). Whatever starts it, it's like the proverbial snowball, and hillside. You roll it, and sometimes you get nothing, and are disappointed, but those days, your days, you get it all. Full-bore avalanche, wiping everything clean, and utterly changing the landscape.

Your days will not always be good. They will not always make you smile, the whole day through, and they will not always hand you $5, or $666.51, or anything at all. Sometimes, they'll take, and sometimes they'll fuck you up, in a lot of ways. (Outkast - [Roses]). But you get that, these days. It locks into place, yes? and you understand the consequensialist-style "greatest good, for the greatest number." Things can suck, but still serve a larger purpose... Interlocking pieces don't necessarily negate autonomy.

I only say this, because i realised, a few minutes ago, how many days i've had. There are a lot of them. And i'm pretty fucking grateful, for them. I don't always get a reciprocation of speech, or of motions made toward contact, and some things simply rub me the wrong way, raising my hackles, all to hell... But that's ok. I can see that as having a reason, if i want, or Not, if i want, and either of those can be ok.

I simply hope that you get to have many more of your days.

I'm off to wait for my dresser. Talk to you all later.

"Sometimes, you can be So nice, you hurt Yourself."- My mother.

Carmina Burana - [Tempus Est Iocundum]--- Trust me, i noticed. Mittigating factors=$1000 dresser sitting in living room, waiting to be moved upstairs.

Because i'd rather figure something out, than make two guys carry a 400lbs dresser up stairs, after carrying it up a steep, wet hill. Even if it is their jobs. The hill was enough; no need for the stairs.

Siouxsie & The Banshees - [Dear Prudence]--- I'm going to go figure out how to get this fucker up my stairs.

Later.

The way things are.

Fiddler on the Roof - [If I Were a Rich Man]--- Sometimes you don't understand the way of things, until after they have been that way, for a while. You don't understand why things have happened, or why it's a good or bad thing, until they've been what they are going to be, and you look at it, from every angle. What youy want simply becomes a perspective, on the situation, not the sole motivating factor, for what you do. Future situations throw light on current ones, and you can appreciate it, a little better.

Thanks to beard's help, my new dresser is in my library, next to my bookshelf. It may be there, for a very long time, or, rather, until i move. Which is soon. Heh. I moved my comics, and various boxes, into other places than where they were, in preparation for this dresser. All of my heavy books reside on the first floor, now, in the library. This was done for the dresser, and practicality's sake (it is the library, aftyer all), but it will also help things out, come moving day. Do you see where i'm going, with this?

Lamb - [Gabriel]--- Most of my heavy and unweildy shit is on the first floor, with easy access to doors, and moving trucks, cars, &c. There are a few things, up here, in my room, which will be heavy-ish, but not horrible. Were i to actually get that dresser up here, i would only have to move it again, in a very few weeks. Back down the stairs, around those corners. Yes, the moving men could have done it, for free, as that is their job, but there would still be the moving Down. So, with that in mind, i consider what to do, next.

I would like to say, here, that i would really like to, once again, be in a life situation where i can maintain a single residence, for more than a year. Be that my own apartment, or a house, or a warehouse loft. Whatever. I would like to not be proven right, every time. (Cake - 09[Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps]). Once again, my planning to unpack, and settle in, neatly coincided with the announced collapse of my current living situation. To paraphrase, That was the universe, "cocking the Fuck-With-Me Gun." It's gotten funny. Almost. So that's the way things are.

VNV Nation - [Honour]--- We'll see what they become, later.

Later