any minute now my ship is coming in

This month continues to be the sort of month where my brain is mostly rattling around in my skull and I just can't get comfortable emotionally. I think part of that may have to do with bodily discomfort -- the heat (and more importantly humidity) in this city had better break this week or someone's going to start perpetrating gross atrocities, I just know it. Everywhere you go that isn't air-conditioned is sticky and uncomfortable, and yesterday while I was out with Jayeeta a breeze was blowing, and the breeze was just making me hotter. These are the conditions that foment insanity, I swear.

In other news I have a proper bed now. Or rather I have a mattress and the pieces of a bedframe scattered around the apartment, and no instructions as to how to put the thing together. Jayeeta and I picked it up yesterday from some girl who was selling it super cheap as she moved out of her grad-student dorm room. The thing apparently cost about $250 including renting a van to move it, which isn't bad at all. Now I get to turn my futon into a place to sit and sleep on something longer than I am tall. Once I put it together, I mean.

I went to see Howl's Moving Castle this weekend. It was every bit as wonderful and delicious as I had been led to expect. I'm finally getting psyched up for the summer movie season, although I don't actually know anyone in my social circle who isn't completely jazzed about the impending opening of Batman Begins. Oh and also: augh! they did it again! with the Serenity screenings! For the love of all that is holy, people, if you keep this up by the time the damn thing actually premieres all of the fans will have seen it already. There is creating word of mouth and then there is letting the cat out of the bag.

So last night at like 2 AM Jon Horowitz dropped me an IM with a link to an apartment on Craig'sList. He wants me to move to Seattle with him and Sarah. They have no plans and no jobs (well, I guess Sarah has a line on a job), and Jon expressed a willingness to spot me the first month's rent, because while I live in abject poverty and mooch off of my parents he has apparently saved up a good deal of money. Almost everyone I mention this to tells me it is a horrible idea, and on some level I can see how you would think that. But on another level the idea of moving again appeals to me immensely. Moving is at least something I know how to do by now. And kidding aside, it'd be nice to write with Jon Horowitz again, and he has this infectious enthusiasm and certainty that everything will work out (and a willingness to work in a coffee shop for the next 2 years if need be). I dunno, I probably won't have the requisite cajones to even consider this seriously, but... I dunno.

Oh, and you know those crazy internet people and their crazy livejournal religions? Well I am now officially one of those people. Or I will be, once I get unlimited_soul completely up and running. Any and all who wish to join me and babble collectively, mostly about theosophy, are welcome.