wildcat

Today, I've been on the go. Woke up about two hours later than I planned, at 10:30, so I jumped out of bed and showered myself. The hair looked awful. I took a bus downtown to go in search of long-sleeved shirts and found one after trying on six or seven at the Patch. After that I got my haircut at Jimmy the Greek's, by one of the younger guy who always gives me funny looks. Weird. The bus to Oak Bay took forever but once it came I hopped on that and head out to the crossroad of Foul Bay and Oak Bay.

Once I was there, I went desk shopping. First one place, found a four hundred dollar table which looked far too big, so I shopped around for a bit and ended up picking out this beautiful, dark wooden desk with a single, shallow drawer and built in bookshelves. Beautiful. Three hundred dollars, which is two hundred less than the other one I found which fit my needs. I bought it on impulse, and told the shop keeper that I'd arrange it get it picked up in the next few days.

After that I ended up on the phone with Michael, after a bit of tell-tale confusion (and a small bottle of Bombay from the liquor store with which to celebrate this evening), and he offered to help get the desk to my house after his class. Today. Fabulous. That was a bit of a show - when we met up, Michael smacked his forehead into a long stick of wood in the back of a pick-up and I had to kiss it better, then there was comical running around while I removed the back seats from the van and then went to pick up the desk.

So my old desk is in pieces in the garage, having been taken apart during a flurry of manly behaviour on my part. I also stuck the drawers in there once I'd picked out the bits that I might need; they're in the garage as storage boxes for papers that I'm not yet sure about. I spent half an hour wiping furniture oil off the wood to degrease it a bit. Then I set things up. Finally.

I finally have a nice, solid desk. The other one was around since, oh, Grade 5. It was falling apart, and had been altered and added onto so many times that only half the wood was the original stuff. This new desk has a sense of history to it and it also has space, even if the shape's a bit different and I've had to rearrange how I keep things. Fewer spaces to fill with crap. The bookshelves are storage space for empty paper and magazines at the moment, until I figure out a better system. It's weird to that much money on something.

Plus I have that amazing boyfriend who helped me transport it and survived through obstacles with me. I don't think he was having a very good day, and has a midterm tomorrow. It made me a bit sad for him.