apatheticMeant to go to the Scourge thing at Aurafice, but when I got home from work I didn't have the energy. More to see Violet than to immortalize myself on film, though if I have to be immortalized on film having it done in conjunction with coffee certainly makes the most sense.
Went by and picked up my mail from the new place, to my amusement and chagrin. A raft of junk mail and five letters, none of which were actually addressed directly to me. I'm going to have to call the post office and make sure the correction to my forwarding request went through. My box is up on the topmost row in the mail room, and sorting through it became clear that not all of the past tenants were as assiduous in their mail collection as I. There were two stale Seattle City Light bills from last July, for example. About 90% of the junk mail was flyers for other apartment complexes or condominiums, or realtors. Desperate measures for desperate times, I guess.
I still have to track down some movers. Bleah.
