The restaurant I'm returning to opens on May 9. That's roughly 3 1/2 months away.
I have some business to attend to.
So far:
*I've got my IPod.
This sucker is 120 gb! I don't even know that many songs, but since I'm really thinking of driving again, I will need to pack as many songs on there as possible. So far, I've filled up a little more than 27 gb. I have put 6152 songs on and I am out of CDs. I borrowed my friend's hard drive full of music and stuck that on too. That's where the bulk of the music came from, really. It was 2o gbs. I don't know how I'll fill almost 100 gb of space still left on the ipod. I don't care. It's there.
*I got my new computer.
It cost me roughly $1,000, but that's OK because it is a fine machine. Every time I look at the new computer-- a Sony Vaio I bought with a brand-new Circuit City credit card... Ha!-- it makes me happy. I'm sure the bills will come eventually, but I'll dispute the service pack since they are closed now. I'm also going to claim my new laptop on my taxes. After all, I am a freelance journalist, even if I lack the motivation to make a sizeable income from it.
I named her Sasha Fierce (yes, like Beyonce's new album, except fiercer!)
*I've already pulled my clips out of the thick STACKS of newspapers I wrote for, when I wrote for them.
I still need to:
*Put more of my favorite clips into PDF format.
*Contact the Fairbanks Daily News Miner re: freelancing in Denali.
*Go through inspection with my car? This way, in case I just keep roaming for a while after my summer in Alaska, I won't have to get my car tagged for another two years. This is reasonable, right?
*Get a new set of tires? I think mine are fine, but I'm not sure I shouldn't just go ahead and get another set. Alaska is pretty far away.
*Get rid of my furniture, but this is further down the line. I still need a bed to sleep in until April, right?*Pull my pictures off my old, demolished computer before I find a place to make that thing get out of my life.
I'm sure there is more, but I'm tired and this is enough for me, for now.
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I know you want the money but dear god, make mom and dad sell Gram's bed and replace it with yours. I need someplace to sleep when i visit, and that damn thing feels like a piece of plywood with a layer of papertowels wrapped around it!
Dear God, I just discovered people had actually been reading my blog-- and commenting! Kate, don't worry, I will either give the bed to Michael or mom and dad. I'm not sweating it too much. And the driving thing is out.
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