Keys

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Slept poorly, even with meds. Got up and dressed, found before-bridge parking all the same. And I seem to have gone deaf in one ear, so I need to contact my doc again on the heels of asking for a psychiatrist and sleeping pills. Left work a little early to get up to the rental place. Rent is due on the first each month, and has to be mailed in or done via bill pay from my bank. It's a fairly draconian rental agreement, to be honest. I'll probably set it up so my bank does it automatically on the 27th of each month, and I'll have to transfer my rental monies in advance or similar. Or just keep enough in checking that it's never an issue. But they did give me the keys, so I can start moving my stuff at any time. Clothes and bathroom stuff first? then DVD's and video games? No clue, really.

I stopped by the store at home and bought packing tape, but couldn't organize my thoughts enough to start packing. Got stoned instead and watched some Netflix, but couldn't maintain interest long enough to keep watching. I read more in my book, made the cauliflower gnocchi from Trader Joe's, and eventually called Dave. By that time I couldn't remember my day, but when I finally saw the packing tape, it all started coming back to me. I went to bed early, but had trouble sleeping through the night.