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Mar. 11th, 2003 06:35 pmI got Dean worried this morning. As we're driving into work I've said:
"If we break up you can buy out my share of the computer".
He's just stared at me and gone "where the fuck did that come from?"
Which was, I suppose, a fair question.
The short answer is it came from me thinking about the filing cabinet, which has been sitting in the hallway for over a week now.
It's my filing cabinet. I want to file tax and general stuff in it. This is of course an attempt to bring order to my tax documentation before June 30th. Or failing that, definitely before October 31st. I live in hope. It's still in the hallway for a couple of reasons - I haven't rearranged the house yet so I can put it somewhere, and I have none of those hanging things you put files in. Still, the phone sits nicely on top of it, which saves running down the whole hallway every time it rings. And it has all the tax stuff in it, it's just in messy stacks rather than neat files. It'll get there I'm sure. As soon as I move the amps from the lounge room to the back room. Which involves moving the stuff from the back room which is currently taking up the floor space to somewhere. And probably getting more shelving to put the stuff on, in and around. Honestly, we could keep Ikea going for years. How do two people accumulate more than a three bedroom house's worth of junk anyway? And why does Dean's junk take up so much space? ;-)
When Sally moved out at the end of 2001 I thought "Great. We'll be able to rearrange all the space and find places for everything." Some stuff did get rearranged (my books being the prime example) but most of it continued just taking up space and being added to, so that the bedroom she'd vacated was slowly taken over. We have a three bedroom house, of which we use 1 bedroom for two of us to sleep in and two bedrooms to store stuff in. As well as the lounge room. *sigh*
Still, 2 years more and I can junk all the adenovirus and cancer journal articles... or maybe I'll just do it now, on the likelihood that no one in their right minds is ever going to read my thesis and want to question whether I read all the bloody articles I quoted. (Short answer: yes. And a couple of hundred I didn't reference, dammit. All of which are sitting in piles on the floor in the bedroom. *sigh*) One of the things I've asked Dean to do if I die before him is sneak into the library and retrieve all copies of my thesis and burn them. Ditto the CDs, ditto the examiner's copies. And the gels. I stopped short of asking him to torch the institute where I did the research, although it did cross my mind.
(Want to see psycho? Ask me about my thesis).
So anyway, thinking about the filing cabinet got me onto thinking about the computer, which is the most expensive piece of joint stuff that Dean and I own. Hence the comment.
But yeah, I could probably have preceded it with a warning or something. :-)
"If we break up you can buy out my share of the computer".
He's just stared at me and gone "where the fuck did that come from?"
Which was, I suppose, a fair question.
The short answer is it came from me thinking about the filing cabinet, which has been sitting in the hallway for over a week now.
It's my filing cabinet. I want to file tax and general stuff in it. This is of course an attempt to bring order to my tax documentation before June 30th. Or failing that, definitely before October 31st. I live in hope. It's still in the hallway for a couple of reasons - I haven't rearranged the house yet so I can put it somewhere, and I have none of those hanging things you put files in. Still, the phone sits nicely on top of it, which saves running down the whole hallway every time it rings. And it has all the tax stuff in it, it's just in messy stacks rather than neat files. It'll get there I'm sure. As soon as I move the amps from the lounge room to the back room. Which involves moving the stuff from the back room which is currently taking up the floor space to somewhere. And probably getting more shelving to put the stuff on, in and around. Honestly, we could keep Ikea going for years. How do two people accumulate more than a three bedroom house's worth of junk anyway? And why does Dean's junk take up so much space? ;-)
When Sally moved out at the end of 2001 I thought "Great. We'll be able to rearrange all the space and find places for everything." Some stuff did get rearranged (my books being the prime example) but most of it continued just taking up space and being added to, so that the bedroom she'd vacated was slowly taken over. We have a three bedroom house, of which we use 1 bedroom for two of us to sleep in and two bedrooms to store stuff in. As well as the lounge room. *sigh*
Still, 2 years more and I can junk all the adenovirus and cancer journal articles... or maybe I'll just do it now, on the likelihood that no one in their right minds is ever going to read my thesis and want to question whether I read all the bloody articles I quoted. (Short answer: yes. And a couple of hundred I didn't reference, dammit. All of which are sitting in piles on the floor in the bedroom. *sigh*) One of the things I've asked Dean to do if I die before him is sneak into the library and retrieve all copies of my thesis and burn them. Ditto the CDs, ditto the examiner's copies. And the gels. I stopped short of asking him to torch the institute where I did the research, although it did cross my mind.
(Want to see psycho? Ask me about my thesis).
So anyway, thinking about the filing cabinet got me onto thinking about the computer, which is the most expensive piece of joint stuff that Dean and I own. Hence the comment.
But yeah, I could probably have preceded it with a warning or something. :-)
