Things I have unintentionally done or said today that have made complete strangers laugh at me:
1. Heaved an unconscious though apparently dramatic sigh while stuck in traffic in the car with the windows down, and the light turned red without anyone moving again.
2. At the doctor's, responded to the question "Are you sexually active?" with a frown and a "Not very." What? I have discriminating tastes. (Ok, not really.)
In other news, I have pre-emptively set up my OkCupid account for DC and am already corresponding with a few guys. One in particular caught my eye with his description of who he was looking for on his profile: someone "tall, smart, liberal, and laid back." It didn't necessarily hit me in a, hey, that's me! way, but more in a hey, that's what I'm looking for too! way. So at least we know we're both looking for the same thing. Plus, the one e-mail I've received from him so far was peppered with phrases like "cavalcade of schlock" and "a rather insidious bind." I know, I know, not everyone's cup of tea, but to me? Dreamboat.
In other other news, someone finally decided to rent an apartment to me! (Sucker.) Yes, just in the nick of time, the good news arrived after weeks of being passed over and receiving e-mails that all started, "After a very difficult decision, we have decided to go with another applicant." (And who knew apartment hunting would start to feel so much like dating?) I dug up these pictures of it online:
In the place of this person's lovely and tastefully chosen furniture (complete with decorative swan) you will have to imagine the cavernous void composed of all the furniture I don't own. The furniture I do own? A bed. A desk. Not even a chair for the desk; just the desk. And that's pretty much it. The furniture I don't own could fill volumes. Or, you know, a very spartan one bedroom apartment. (Not to mention that I don't own a single wood-carved fowl of any kind, without which my apartment will clearly be incomplete.) So, yes, the moving process continues to be not at all difficult or stressful in any way. Also, the truck my parents were going to bring up to help me move is no longer, you know, trucking, or something. I'm fuzzy on the details. But no truck. Surprise! So, let's just rent a truck then, on the busiest moving weekend of the whole year. In a college town! And try to reserve it three days in advance! (The answer to that is no, by the way.) So, again: totally not complicated or in any way anxiety-inducing. Am calm, zen cucumber.
What's that, a cucumber shaped like a duck?! Well that just sort of ties it all together, doesn't it?