housesitter or innkeeper?

Mercifully, my benefactress hit the road today. After sitting in bed for half an hour, wondering if I had the wherewithal to deal with her screwy ass so early, I got up to say goodbye. I was surprised to see a man who was soon introduced to me as her ex, who may or may not be my roomie for the next few days.

Joy, I thought. I finally get rid of a crazy woman and her kissass niece, and I get a backwards New Jerseyite in their place. I would not have leapt to this conclusion so suddenly, if not for a surprise in our early conversation. When I mentioned I was moving to France, he grimmaced.

'I don't like the French,' he said. 'Not after what happened with the war.'

'World War II?' I asked, appalled, but not entirely unsurprised.

'No, THIS war. The way they stabbed us in the back.'

Oh Christ. The whole freedom fries thing is so passe, and I can't believe there are actually people out there who are still swallowing the Bush bullshit.

Okay, no more politics. Really. I'll try not to do it again.

In other news, for some reason I decided to get all smarty-pantsed yesterday at the Seattle Library. There was a large fiction display of 'first novels.' I noticed Dancer, by Colum McCann, a hot Irish writer guy who spoke at my school about two years ago. This is his most recent novel, one which I'm excited to start reading. But I remembered that he had a couple of other novels, and the first is either Songdogs, or his novel about underground-dwellers in NYC in love. Memory eluded me, but the librarian still managed to give me the look of someone whose lawn I had just shat upon. She darkly agreed to look into it, and I walked away feeling guilty. Why I decided this was relevant escapes me. Maybe I felt like I had something to prove, what with it being my first day as a library card holder there.

Regardless, it is still somehow relevant enough to bring up in this, my new blog, which I had quietly sworn to myself would be clever-er and infinitely more relevant.

Old habits...

I was going to try and hit up Olympia today for the Homo A Gogo festivities, but it seems wildly ill-advised, considering my state of almost negative bank balance.

I NEED to go to the gym today. I'm trying to view the whole experience as financial rather than physical and I already paid my $80.