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So last night I stayed in and watched the Oscars by myself in my apartment. In Brooklyn.

Tada! I've moved. I'm still in a kind of limbo right now, as we have not completely vacated the St. Mark's apartment. Technically our lease is up end of next month, but when I found the new place I had to take it, technicalities be damned. So right now, I'm livin Trump style, renting TWO apartments. The plan is to weasel out of St. Mark's a month early because, unlike Trump, I by no means have the money to pay for two apartments at the same time even for just one month. Anyone want a two bedroom apartment in the East Village? The realty place had an open house yesterday afternoon and DEM learned from the new broker (scandale! has The Laziest Broker in all the Land been put out to pasture?) that the rent has been lowered, so come on down.

Also contributing to the limbo is the lack of utilities at the new place. I called to turn on the gas and electric (two separate companies in Brooklyn, pain in the ass) only to find that the previous tenant was a lousy deadbeat thereby necessitating a lot of work on my part to prove I'm not Joe No-Pay trying to get things turned back on. Luckily the electricity is still on for some reason, and hopefully will stay on till they receive my faxed "I'm a new tenant. Really." documents and call back to set up a new account. Keyspan (the gas folks) require me to actually go to their office with similar documentation. How primitive, much like natural gas itself. But of the two, electricity is much more important, since I have a microwave and a toaster oven and thus can fashion simple meals involving melted cheese to sustain myself until the (gas) stove is functional, at which time I can fashion a wider range of simple meals
involving boiled water.

The electricity also allows me to listen to music and watch TV and DVDs which is very very important. I'm totally comfortable being alone - I mean, I did just move into my own place after all - but I really need the TV as access to the rest of the world. I feel really cut off without it. Like, if Friends is still on at (one of) its appointed time(s), all is still well with the world. That's kinda sad, probably, but hey, I'm 30, I think it's too late to become a better person.

Which brings me to the other utility I'm curently without - Internet access. I am both ashamed and not ashamed to admit it's already beginning to give me the shakes and this is only the 2nd day without it. Also, I am really pissed that for the first time in, well ever now that I think about it, I will have to pay for this access. Damn. I'm blowing the wad on it therefore, and Thursday morning Time Warner is scheduled to arrive to hook me up with their megapackage of services (digital TV, oodles of premium channels and RoadRunner cable modem service). It's more money than I probably should spend on "entertainment", but objectively it's a good deal since the RoadRunner is not negotiable (must have
broadband) and piecing together a smaller TV package with the RR would cost more in the long run. It would too. Shut up.

I have a nearly finished entry about the finding of the new apartment, but alas it is on my laptop which is netless at present. If I'm feeling productive this evening I'll copy it out and bring it to work and post it
from here. Yes, I'll do that, I swear. It's a good story.

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