well then

So I have filled out all the paperwork I can possibly fill out for an apartment that, while not the epitome of perfection, is completely fine (it has only three problems: available March 1 instead of in February, farther from T than I would like in an ideal world, bathroom very very small; on the other hand the rooms are sized such that I think it is the only two-bedroom I've ever seen where we can shelve all our books because it is that roomy, and it's in one of those lovely old Victorians which, contrary to all human expectation, has actually been adequately maintained forever). Therefore we probably have an apartment, but it's not up to me anymore, it's up to other people to fill out paperwork and the landlord to approve stuff and whatnot, and so I am on a train back to B.'s.

Train boring. Too sleep-deprived to read, and man, if I am too tired for Clark Ashton Smith I am impressively tired. In quiet car, as I hoped I'd sleep, but train too jouncy to sleep. Internet veeeeeeeeeeeery sloooooooow. (Though extant.) Experiencing bizarre combination of fear of not getting apartment and fear of potential renter's remorse. (It's probably fine! I know this!)

So yeah have a music guessing meme, One of those first-line-of-song ones, the first twenty that come up at random on my tiny alien control device, and I'll leave out the foreign-language ones and elide any instances of the song title in the quoted lyrics. And doing this should get me through the rest of New Jersey, even if New Jersey seems infinite. My wife did this recently and it will probably be illustrative of the difference in our tastes, though I expect she'll still know all of them.

( cut for those of you who aren't interested )

well then

So I have filled out all the paperwork I can possibly fill out for an apartment that, while not the epitome of perfection, is completely fine (it has only three problems: available March 1 instead of in February, farther from T than I would like in an ideal world, bathroom very very small; on the other hand the rooms are sized such that I think it is the only two-bedroom I've ever seen where we can shelve all our books because it is that roomy, and it's in one of those lovely old Victorians which, contrary to all human expectation, has actually been adequately maintained forever). Therefore we probably have an apartment, but it's not up to me anymore, it's up to other people to fill out paperwork and the landlord to approve stuff and whatnot, and so I am on a train back to B.'s.

Train boring. Too sleep-deprived to read, and man, if I am too tired for Clark Ashton Smith I am impressively tired. In quiet car, as I hoped I'd sleep, but train too jouncy to sleep. Internet veeeeeeeeeeeery sloooooooow. (Though extant.) Experiencing bizarre combination of fear of not getting apartment and fear of potential renter's remorse. (It's probably fine! I know this!)

So yeah have a music guessing meme, One of those first-line-of-song ones, the first twenty that come up at random on my tiny alien control device, and I'll leave out the foreign-language ones and elide any instances of the song title in the quoted lyrics. And doing this should get me through the rest of New Jersey, even if New Jersey seems infinite. My wife did this recently and it will probably be illustrative of the difference in our tastes, though I expect she'll still know all of them.

( cut for those of you who aren't interested )

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