Progress, progress, shit, shinola, and everything in the middle.
I bought me some shit-ass shelves today. Two feet wide, one foot thick, 14-15" in between each shelf. Four total. I'm killing birds left and right with this thing. The bottom two shelves are for clothes, the next one up is for my computer to sit on (I also bought this teeny-tiny blue fold-out chair to go with it for $8) so I at least have the OPTION of not lumping my ass on my bed 24 hours a day as I complete this novel; and the top shelf is for my Buddha candle, the picture I stole of Me and Megan from the boat cruise dance thingy, the picture of my brother and me drunkenly wrestling at my house in West Seattle, my digital clock I've had for nigh on to two decades now, and my Costa Rica figurines. I still have the huge 2' by 2' box I shipped all my clothes in at the foot of my bed. On the inside, I have clothes I don't need; on top I have my school supplies (pens, stapler, scissors, screwdrivers, etc), the two infamous pictures from the Toga Party (Jessica and Julie know what I'm talking about), and the Hard Rock Cafe drum sticks Jake bought me.
So, things are pretty much set up. On a whim, I decided to leave the apartment today (this, of course, is after I was up until 6am writing again, setting my alarm for noon, promptly re-setting the alarm for 2pm, then watching a bunch of segments from the Colbert Report on YouTube) at around 4pm. Just to do some walking around (if you hide in your apartment after a night full of gunplay, the terrorists win). Unable to find a pizza place that would take credit, I had my choice of McDonalds or White Castle. I don't think White Castle is winning me over as much as I'd anticipated, as I saw myself at McDonalds for the third time since I moved over here. However, on the way, I found this Used Furniture store. The old Spaniard tried to sell me some used, ratty-looking old desk for $30. I considered it, because it fit my criteria - almost. Three feet long, one and a half feet thick, proper height; but the damn desk top had an additional shelf that stuck out about halfway over, thereby not leaving me enough room for my laptop to rest without tipping over the edge. As I continued considering, though (because, really, the odds of finding a desk with those dimensions in a timely fashion within walking distance to my apartment just weren't up to snuff), I wondered how hard it would be to remove the top shelf part. Then, I realized: I'm NOT a fucking carpenter! I buy that desk for thirty, then I've gotta go out and buy some kind of saw, or a hammer to completely knock the shit out of that useless shelf. THEN, I've got to put in the work, and what does that net me? A $30 glorified table when I've just paid for the Desk Price!
That's when I ran into this weird Everything Store. It's also run by Mex ... er, Latinos, and they have Do-It-Yourself furniture, dishes, thrift-store type items, clothes, food/snacks. Even though I didn't walk through every aisle, I bet they even sold slaves somewhere in there (just keeping the demo's in front - posing with pitchforks and hoes - with those for sale kept for safe-keeping in the back).
So, the grand total for the shelves and chair was $40 after tax, but like I said, killing birds. I needed shelves for my clothes too, so this does me just fine.
Novel Update: Page 144. I'm just procrastinating, but I pretty much have the rest of the story mapped out. With the different ending I've concocted, I'm sure it'll require some massive retooling, but I'll have to wait and see what word is from those who read the first draft. Really, I'd be shocked if this thing is longer than 200.
OK, I'm gonna try to get to bed at a reasonable hour so I can get out for the Seahawks game tomorrow. Godbless.
So, things are pretty much set up. On a whim, I decided to leave the apartment today (this, of course, is after I was up until 6am writing again, setting my alarm for noon, promptly re-setting the alarm for 2pm, then watching a bunch of segments from the Colbert Report on YouTube) at around 4pm. Just to do some walking around (if you hide in your apartment after a night full of gunplay, the terrorists win). Unable to find a pizza place that would take credit, I had my choice of McDonalds or White Castle. I don't think White Castle is winning me over as much as I'd anticipated, as I saw myself at McDonalds for the third time since I moved over here. However, on the way, I found this Used Furniture store. The old Spaniard tried to sell me some used, ratty-looking old desk for $30. I considered it, because it fit my criteria - almost. Three feet long, one and a half feet thick, proper height; but the damn desk top had an additional shelf that stuck out about halfway over, thereby not leaving me enough room for my laptop to rest without tipping over the edge. As I continued considering, though (because, really, the odds of finding a desk with those dimensions in a timely fashion within walking distance to my apartment just weren't up to snuff), I wondered how hard it would be to remove the top shelf part. Then, I realized: I'm NOT a fucking carpenter! I buy that desk for thirty, then I've gotta go out and buy some kind of saw, or a hammer to completely knock the shit out of that useless shelf. THEN, I've got to put in the work, and what does that net me? A $30 glorified table when I've just paid for the Desk Price!
That's when I ran into this weird Everything Store. It's also run by Mex ... er, Latinos, and they have Do-It-Yourself furniture, dishes, thrift-store type items, clothes, food/snacks. Even though I didn't walk through every aisle, I bet they even sold slaves somewhere in there (just keeping the demo's in front - posing with pitchforks and hoes - with those for sale kept for safe-keeping in the back).
So, the grand total for the shelves and chair was $40 after tax, but like I said, killing birds. I needed shelves for my clothes too, so this does me just fine.
Novel Update: Page 144. I'm just procrastinating, but I pretty much have the rest of the story mapped out. With the different ending I've concocted, I'm sure it'll require some massive retooling, but I'll have to wait and see what word is from those who read the first draft. Really, I'd be shocked if this thing is longer than 200.
OK, I'm gonna try to get to bed at a reasonable hour so I can get out for the Seahawks game tomorrow. Godbless.