I am not going to pay any rent for the days that the apartment isn't completely ready.
I do, however, have a ceiling hook. Which means I need to get a hanging lamp or a hanging plant. Have to decide.
But why decide when I can ask y'all to?
What should Tea hang from the hook?
If other, please state:
I am significantly less stressed today. Yay!
Now, for those of you who have been saying you are jealous of my dreams, here is where you may or may not stop being so.
Probably the only people who care about this are me and quizzicalsphinx and themis, who happened to post about it the other day, but Becket, the slashy 1960s movie about Henry II and Thomas a Becket (Peter O'Toole and Richard Burton, respectively) finally came out on DVD the other day. This is a big deal.
Anyway, I had a dream that was the modern day remake of Becket. It was much slashier than the original. Explicitly so.
That is pretty much the extent of the dream. They also fixed the historical inaccuracies, which doesn't matter so much.
I think my subconscious was telling me I kind of need to go buy the DVD.
ETA: quizzicalsphinx just informed me that Lloyd Alexander died.
Besides the part where all my childhood heroes are apparently abandoning this mortal coil, this is another one that is particularly important to me because when I was eight years old, I went to see Lloyd Alexander read at a local bookshop.
A week later, I got a letter from him thanking me for the opportunity to meet me.
He was such a kind and wonderful, warm, affectionate man. I wrote to him a few times and saw him a few times when I was a kid and he was just a lovely, lovely person.