geeking delivery

I'm at a friend's house, installing software and talking html, I sure hope the new bathtub will be installed when I get home.

I will not write here how rarely I have showered in the past two and a half weeks since the old space-eating chipped bathtub left my apartment. Suffice it to say the number of times fits on one hand. Add to this the permanent layer of dust covering everything, like living in the middle of a snow-white desert, thin dust which is now engrained in my skin, my apartment and I are becoming one, I have been breathing enough of its paint vapours, even with the windows open at night, that I am becoming an apartment borg !

can't wait to soak.

I might just have to buck down and go to the gym.

the shower will be imperative tomorrow, I don't really care what my coworkers think, but tomorrow evening I am invited to a soirée, and it would be good policy on the singlehood front to appear presentable.

which brings me to the laundry I should have done tonight, sigh ! I am currently laundromat dependent, like in the first months I arrived in paris, almost exactly 8 years ago, it's a bit nostalgic, not nearly as inconvinient and time-consuming as I had remembered (maybe because I know it's temporary), they now have a change machine in the place.

I cannot complain, all of the above, in addition to my personal space being inhabited by strange pakistani men (arriving somtimes before 8 am!), is worth it when I look at the apartment, and I see it improve, albeit slowly, it is much better than what I had imagined back when I had decided to buy.