Finally the horrendous, noisy machines are gone! I'm 99% dead but may regenerate from that last 1%. I slept on the old, horrible couch last night - unable to face my bed. The couch belongs to my landlords, and first I asked them to move it before I moved in, then I relented and allowed it to stay. I never sit on it, but if someone is able to extend it (which I'm not) it's a hide-a-bed of a rudimentary sort. Samantha slept on it for 3 months, so I suppose it has its uses. It is, however, narrow, low, 45 years old, and supremely uncomfortable, and I never even SIT on it, let alone sleep on it.
I was delving into my inventory with an idea of organising things a bit, in Second Life just now, when Enjah turned up and we went over to LF's Coffee Talk or whatever it's called to shoot the breeze. I made a "Norma" poster last night - Eileen posing as Norma, with Oz as Pollione - and we want to branch out into movie posters.
I was in my photography studio last night when Salvador shouted, "Hi, Osprey." He says he has people interested in renting. There are 4 apartments in The Brownstone East, and I'm trying to figure out how to justify renting one to make another gallery.
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