Rut
Posted on November 16th, 2009 at 1:48am
The insurance company requires me to send them a copy of the police report along with all the other paperwork. So, I stopped by the police department Saturday morning only to find out it takes “ten to fifteen business days” to get a copy mailed to me. Which means I’m at least ten days away from sending any paperwork to the insurance company. Which, then, means I’m a long ways away from them sending me any compensation.
Translation: I’m computer-less for much longer than I can stand.
I talked to my parents tonight about them fronting me the money to replace my main computer, and then I can pay them right back as soon as a check comes through. We didn’t get to finish the conversation, but it seemed to be going in a positive direction. I’m sad I even have to ask. If I had that kind of money right now, I’d definitely do it myself. Go on credit for a few weeks, maybe a month.
Otherwise, I’m still just going through the motions. I keep telling myself that, at least. I think it helps me feel like I’m doing… “it” right.
Moving has been on my mind a lot lately. I’m not sure it has much to do with the break-in, actually. Other than, that is, just adding to the sense of “Boy, I sure do hate it here.” Not that I have any idea where I’d want to go, or with whom I would live. Although, I secretly have two people in mind that I think I’d get along well with in a roommate situation.
Los Angeles has been popping up in my head again. Which is, perhaps, ironic being that I no longer know anyone living there. Tera and Charrmaine have moved out and moved on.
I’ve been watching a lot of movies lately. I’ve got nothing better to do, you know. Last night I watched Children of Men, then right after I watched 12 Monkeys. An inadvertent post-apocalyptic theme going on. I don’t know why exactly, but there’s something rather alluring to me in these dystopian worlds. The war-torn world in Children of Men, or the dark and over-crowed Los Angeles in Blade Runner. It’s almost romantic to me. The busy, noisy, dirty city. It never stops moving. You could never feel alone with that many people around.
But all of this has made me think about moving to a big(ger) city-type location. I just don’t see myself living outside of California, so it would have to be LA. San Francisco is too north for my likes, as great a city as it is.
Besides… who am I kidding? I’m not going to move. I’m not going anywhere. I’m stuck right here.
Goodnight Moon.
I miss you more than I should.