new place + lost in the bronx

Welp-

I will finally be moving out of this 70 sq ft piece of garbage room and into my own apartment. I found a small 1 bdrm apartment in Astoria, Queens, which is quite a great place, I do say. Hopefully next weekend I will be up early on Saturday with a Uhaul van moving my stuff and getting furniture. Right now the only things in the apartment are a refrigerator and a bed, but I am so proud that I forced myself to by a shower curtain for the bathroom, which I would normally put off doing for a good while. I doubt there are many people on earth who hate shopping for home decor more than I do, but since I'm going to be the one living there, and will have to show it to people, I'm going to attempt to make my own home respectably decorated, organized, etc.

For the most part, I haven't had too much trouble finding my way around. But I often, and far too consistently get lost in the Bronx. We finally got a GPS in the cars last week, but before that I was driving around and getting stuck in traffic with way too many things left to do, and not enough time to do them. Wait, that's the job no matter what, but it makes it worse if you discover that you accidentally crossed the Triborough Bridge into Queens when you have a clients blood you had just drawn, which is only good for a certain amount of time--that is not fun.

Also, I am trying to decide whether I want to get a TV or internet in my place. I'm thinking that I won't. But maybe I'll give in.

that's all