The Decisions Never Get Any Easier
For the second year in a row I've had a rather crummy day before my fantasy baseball draft. Although this year was not as bad as last year.
I spent most of the day moping around at home. I did finish and copy my APAzine, and discovered in the bargain that the nearest Kinko's to me has crappy, aging self-serve copiers. (I got spoiled at the one I used in Madison, which replaced all their self-serve copiers a few years ago with nice new ones.)
I'm still feeling down about my apartment, and trying to decide whether I should move. I technically have a month-to-month lease for the next couple of months, at which point the landlord wants me to sign a year lease. I'm trying to decide whether I can stay here for a year, or if I can stand to move. This move, of course, would come out of my own pocket, and I wonder if I can take the stress of a third move in as many months. (Did I mention all this yesterday? I guess so.)
And one thing that didn't help is that my refrigerator seems to be having trouble keeping things cold. It's doing the job - but not by much, and I have it turned up all the way. And this is totally just a case of bad timing; under other circumstances I'd just say, "Well, these things happen; I'll call the landlord and have him get it fixed." But now, of course, it's One More Thing.
I don't know. I don't know that my situation would be especially improved by moving, except that I could perhaps pick a location more convenient to getting around places. But I still don't know the area well enough to feel I could pick a safer location (assuming this one is unsafe, which has not yet really shown itself to be the case), and I could certainly end up with a crummier and/or more expensive place (thin walls, loud neighbors, etc.).
It's a trade-off, but I'm not enthused about either option. I guess if I could find a place I really liked in Mountain View... but who knows.
Of course, I was indoors most of the day moping...
...and I only barely finished up my fantasy baseball draft preparation. My heart just wasn't in it.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I'll be in a room full of people poring over baseball statistics and sharing in the catty conversation. My heart may not be in draft preparation, but I always enjoy the drafts... they're the big reason I keep playing.
Anyway, I've stayed up late to finish the baseball stuff and writing this entry, so... more tomorrow...
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