Chrisonomicon

Monday, May 20, 2002

I had this crazy idea a few months back to get rid of my computer at home and, while it now requires a bit of straining on my part to understand my mindset at the time, I suppose the reasoning behind the idea wasn't entirely outrageous. I'd like to loosen the strings that tie me to the virtual world.

Regardless, I was on the phone for twenty minutes attempting to set up my internet connection at home and discover that it won't be available for another 7-10 days, leaving me with the trusty pen-and-paper as my only journaling outlet. A sad state of affairs? Perhaps not. Then again, I always have sporadic hours of inactivity at work with which to journal to my heart's content.

I used to hate moving but I'm enjoying this particular relocation, due in large part to the euphoric autonomy that I've been experiencing by finally living on my own. And the place looks great. It's an amazing feeling to be responsible for everything in your living space, to be king of your castle. I can't imagine giving up this independence, not for a boyfriend or an ailing parent or a needy friend. At least, not at the moment.

The couch arrived today: a retro, squarish, slate-colored sofa with chrome legs and a cushy back. None of this whalish, overstuffed crap. Clean and simple... and expensive. Time to go out and find matching furniture. I am currently researching a cure for buyer's remorse.