Finally managed to drag myself back to Lafayette this morning. I fully intended on driving back last night but I was overcome by laziness. It all worked out, though. I found a phone cord long enough to let me enjoy dial-up in front of my parent’s TV, thus getting my multi-channel satellite TV fix. The tough part was carefully choosing what I had the patience to browse on a 24K connection. Luckily I checked indianapolismusic.net and located a STELLAR show going on this Thursday. What’s even luckier is I actually found multiple people to go with me. This week is going to be so much fun, so fun in fact that I’m destined to get extremely depressed following the drop at its end.

They showed my house today. I’ve got a good feeling about this one. I spent my out of house time at Java Roaster, which I wish I could spend an hour at everyday. Great chai, nice atmosphere, free wireless, and cute rocker boys manning the counter. mmhmm.

My parents stopped by after their appointment in town, and my dad managed to fix my dishwasher. Now, that makes me one happy girl. Not only does this mean I can spend my extra money on a new lens, but it also means I don’t have to have anything marked “defective” on my seller’s disclosure. Oh and the whole “I actually have a working dishwasher to use” part isn’t so bad either. My dad is handy sometimes.

I spent most of my evening knitting, err untangling my yarn, and watching my blockbuster movies aka eliminating temptations. I’m too sleepy to finish, but I’m about half way in to What the Bleep Do I Know? which turned out to be a documentary of sorts about quantum physics. As cheesy as the “story” and graphics are, it’s really held my attention. Pretty interesting notions, a lot of which make perfect sense. If I stick to following some of the things, it could really improve my life. We’ll see.

Oh, and Mitch was sharing bits of his list of things he wants to do before he dies. He had some pretty good ones, and although random, they lined up with some things I’ve always wanted to do. Of course, I feel compelled to write my own list now. It could be fun, and I’ve seen that keeping promises to myself just makes things better. Funny how that works.

But time for bed now. Tomorrow’s my first day back at work after the big announcement that the incredi-wilkies are leaving. I’m trying not to think about it.