My head hurts.  There's too much to think about on a day when I don't have class.  Most of it revolves around the whole apartment thing. Alice is moving out, and Jed will probably take her place, so that's good.  But there's several thousands of dollars floating around that need to be accounted for and redistributed to several parties, and people who need to come up with money don't have, so that's bad.  Alice has been calling me all day, trying to resolve this unpleasant predicament, and I've been coordination with Jed as well.  i really want nothing to do with this process, and I would prefer that they just figure it out for themselves.  if i didn't know Jed, or if someone else were moving in, I doubt I'd be in this position.  And I certainly don't want to have to put any of my own money into this endeavor.  At this point, I don't really care if Jed takes Alice's spot.  My other two roommates will probably be moving out at some point in the near future, so he'll have a spot sooner or later.  And he's only 6 blocks south, so he's near enough that we can hang out.  And far enough that I can still get some work done should the notion strike me.
 

    Anyhow, I'm at work now, where Jed and Jen just stopped by.  After I worked out a little flow-chart of the money situation, the technical aspects of the apartment transition seem satisfactory to Jed and me.  I chatted briefly with PFC Anna, and were supposed to go get some coffe or something along those lines, but that broke down for a number of reasons I think.  I'm not sure what played the dominant role in that, but for some reason I feel a bit uneasy about it.  Sort of awkward I suppose.  I wonder if I'll ever see her again.
 

    I've been busying myself trying to find a cheap ticket to Bordeaux, and that's actually been going ok.  I may get to stop in London.  For 2 hours.  But I'm excited to leave the country for the first time in nearly six years.  And excited, of course, to see Rodzilla, particularly in the French environment that she so adores.  if there's one language that I find really intimidating, it's French. I think that I could bullshit my way trying to speak most other foreign languages, but I think French is the language, where if you're not close to speaking properly, you sound the stupidest.  Maybe that's just the reputation of the French mentality.  Regardless, I think I'll pretend I only speak Chinese.  Which I don't really.  But I'm assuming that I can just mumble the same 10 words in different order and they'll never know the difference.  I'll just let Rodzilla "interpret" and let her make any decisions that might come up.  As if it weren't that way already.
 
 

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