My relaunch

Yes, I’m up very late. Why? Because I was out of work sick today and managed to snooze away a chunk of my afternoon.

Actually, I’ve been sick for about 2 weeks straight – 2 different illnesses but consecutive sentences – and it finally all caught up to me today. Par for the course for my worst summer ever. I’m not feeling guilty about staying home either, but that may be because of my check-work-email-every-3-hours plan. I even responded to a few.

But I’m awake (albeit tucked into bed with a snoring cat and a laptop), and it being September 1st, I’m thinking of this fall and what it holds for me.

Rent is due today. This marks the midpoint of my first real bill-paying cycle. After this I’ll be able to gauge how much I make/spend in a month and how much I should be saving – 6% of my gross paycheck goes into my 401(k) and 10% of my net goes into my statement savings at my local bank. Actually, I’m thinking of buying a 1-year CD or going with ING direct for more interest. I’m going to get a new car later this year, as long as I can keep the same monthly payments. I’d like to buy a little house in this town late next year. I’d also like to travel a bit next year. So I guess my savings plan should be 2-tiered…future-future savings and spend-on-frivolous-stuff savings. I have Quicken to help me out.

So now I have my own checking/savings account and moved all of my monthly payments to those accounts and to the new address. My cable/internet/phone service is all in my name. My license and registration were changed, too. My final step is to get my own auto insurance policy, which is intimidating me like nothing else in the world. The launguage language baffles me. (edited to add: I hate retro-editing, but I hate my own typos more.) I was told to get renter’s insurance too.

The apartment is lovely, but not cozy enough for me yet. I think I’ll move some stuff around this weekend, plus I’ve been trolling eBay and smaller stores for stuff for the walls. I revised my Amazon Wish List to reflect the mundane crap I now need, which includes the rebuilding of my Disney movie collection.

I miss Max. It hurts to even visit him. He probably thinks I abandoned him, like people did in his puppyhood, and God how I hate that he thinks that. And when I eventually can take him with me (he’s not because I have the cats, and because he’d hate having to take an elevator every time he had to pee) he’ll probably still hate me. Which is why I should visit him. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. These are times where I wish I could travel back in time and smack the girl who wrote this.

Man…that’s the worst thing about a blog. You can Google all of your trivial complaints and realize what an idiot you were.

I’m taking two ‘classes’ this fall. I signed up for a Beginner’s Yoga class on Monday nights at Pureflow Yoga Center, a local studio. (site has music: be warned.) Although I’ve done yoga before, it’s been YMCA yoga, wherein you start over every 6 weeks and the instructor was someone who just a few months prior was next to you in class. Here I hope to get the basics down again, then progress to an intermediate class, which will not start over with “This is Mountain Pose!!!” every 6 weeks.

I also sucked it up and registered for a Philosophy 101 class at the local township “Adult School.” Philosophy beat out Conversational German, Amateur Radio, and all of the girly “Scrapbooking/Sewing/Knitting/Mosaics” tripe. That class is on Tuesday nights, Sept through Nov, and that TOTALLY screws up my “Dancing With the Stars” night. In the end, getting out of the house won out over watching TV. Which is how it should be, I guess. And getting out of the house will help me to meet more people (wink wink nudge nudge).

Not that I even care to meet “people” (meaning guys) right now. I’m still licking my wounds. But if the past holds true, love comes when you least expect it, while you’re living life. So this fall I start living again.

Time for a shot of Nyquil to end it for the night.

PS: Started reading Fellowship of the Ring. Geez that Frodo is a whiny bastard, and I’m only on chapter 2!

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