This is how I spent my day - throwing out implants (the last batch! finally!) and frenetically searching IKEA for a desk and a kitchen cabinet/countertop. It's better than last week, which was a chaotic jumble of Seattle, moving, boxes, unpacking, boxes, labwork, boxes...you get the idea. However, I did spend Saturday night - my birthday - in the company of someone else's boxes, namely Christina's boyfriend Bill's brother Greg's boxes at his new place in SF. In addition to boxes, there were some good friends, some so-so bars, and some great do-it-yourself sushi. I'd never tried making my own rolls, but it was fabulous. Think of all the messy, satisfying fun of cracking open a crab or lobster, minus the sharp jagged shells and plus little tomago (roe) rolling around. Yippee!
Anyway, I'm finally settling in and feeling comfy enough to cook, read a book, and get a long-distance lesson in toilet anatomy (thanks Craig), which led me to conclude that I don't actually care as much as I'd thought about the toilet flushing itself ten times every time you pull the handle. At least it flushes at all.
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