Where every fucking sentence starts with I or my. Geez.

I stop following the news and all sorts of disturbing shit starts happening. Portugal? Another level of unaccountable government in India getting support from douches like Farah Khan and Vishal Dadlani? I hate finding out about things after they've happened, makes me feel like I dropped the ball and *let* it happen.

So I'm slacking off on my holding the world up with my bare hands duties because I'm too busy being lulled into the most relaxing coma by the sounds of my washing machine. If I were a therapist this is what I'd want playing in the background while my patients prattle on about soliciting prostitutes and secretly cutting locks of women's hair. (I almost wrote storing women in tanks of formaldehyde, clearly I need to cut back on Dexter). I'm slowly getting the hang of this living by yourself and not feeding yourself chinese food all the time and not having to go get groceries every single day thing. I'm most pleased to announce that i have an apartment! Which is way out of my budget but I got sick of wondering what's right for me and what are things I don't want to compromise on. Because, dudes, I have no idea what's right for me, I just got here! So I'm going with what I want, and apparently what I want is a beautiful apartment which has a ton of light, the most insane view of the city (from the 18th floor), really nice vibes, an incredibly well equipped gym, a beautiful pool, a supermarket and coffee shop right downstairs in the same building, a bank and a subway outlet in the next building and the dubai mall down the road. I will need to get a car eventually, but I'm not going to start thinking about that right now.

Something that led to this decision is my complete suckitude at dealing with brokers. I couldn't do the whole 'call and be vague and casual' and 'don't call till he calls, you'll seem desperate' thing. It just made me very nervous and I kept thinking 'noooo but what if he passes on me and gives it to someone else! then all will be lost!' It never occurred to me to play these casual calling and not calling first because it means admitting defeat thing with guys and I did fairly okay with the gentlemens. (hi gentlemens!) It was a huge relief to say 'fuck you brokerman' and deal directly with the nicest franco - egyptian couple.

I don't know, maybe it would have gone very differently if I had my sister or dad or listo with me. Anyone who could have bargained on my behalf and talked me into making a sensible deal. Serve you all right, for letting me loose on the city alone. Hah.

In other news, I'm really enjoying work. The concept of actual work life balance is fantastic, my efficiency is better, which makes me very happy. I miss my cats and keep having crazy dreams and seem to have completely lost the ability to sleep in. My brain keeps torturing me with constant thoughts of things I need to get done and just won't let me sleep. Goes to show that all women are deranged harpies who can at best only play vaguely at sanity or reason.