So, my apartment can essentially be divided into five distinct areas: the living area, the walk-in closet, the foyer, the bathroom, and the kitchen/tiny-ass-dining-room-too-small-for-a-tiny-table. Seriously, I can’t even open the refrigerator door the whole way. I’ll take more photos later, but I’m planning on hitting the sack shortly. This photo, from the foyer, pretty much captures the layout of the living space. I’ve got to get maintenance to remove the closet door — it’s oversized and can’t open with my furniture layout. On the left, and almost out of sight, is a 2×4 IKEA EXPEDIT unit lying vertical.

You might notice the absence of a television: As it happens, in my frantic rush to prepare for the move, I apparently did not exercise appropriate care unhooking the cheap ass DVD player from the smaller of my two TVs: a 25″, and the one I brought with me (the other is waaaay too big for this apartment). Unfortunately, I discovered tonight that the prongs from the coax cable (that’s what its called, right?) snapped. In my attempt to remove the bad prongs, I, well, let’s just say I’m pretty sure I fucked the TV good. Now, on the bright side, a buddy of mine is an electronical wizard. I think he could have the TV capable of plugging into a DVD player in all of about five seconds. Good news for him, he got married yesterday … bad news for me: he’s waaay out of town for the next two weeks or so.

However, this really isn’t a big deal: even if he can’t fix the TV, hell, I’m hoping to upgrade to an HD flat-screen and Blu-Ray DVD player around Christmastime. And in the meantime, I’ve got my laptop. I wasn’t planning on hooking up for Comcast TV anyway, so really the only big loss is a gain: I keep valuable floorspace in this place.

Hey-hey-hey-hey! Hooray for free WiFi, and let’s hope this guy doesn’t password his wireless router anytime soon.

I was at a wedding yesterday, and maybe drank too much. I also apparently forgot to pack aspirin, so I didn’t get a very good night sleep: actually, around 3:30 or so, I said “fuck it” and put together my new bar table.

I just got home after walking south to Woodley Park looking for a CVS: I found one, but it doesn’t open until 7, so I turned around and started back north where I found a 7-11 right across from the National Zoo. Don’t know why I didn’t think to go there first, but I’ve got some (expensive) aspirin in me now, and hopefully the drum-orchestra will die down soon.

On the moving front, I’d like to thank everyone who helped me: everything (and every cat) got here safe and sound. The furniture I’d disassembled has all been put back together and in its proper order. I’ve got a shelf to mount on the wall, and I need a little stand for my TV, but I’ll be able to crack into the boxes and start unpacking soon.

The cats are starting to get adjusted. It didn’t take Tippy long to start exploring, but Guy was another story. The cats came down separately: I didn’t want them in the cargo van, so NPR Junky was kind enough to load them into her SUV. They were in the apartment by 2:30 or so, but when I came back at 6:45 with the cargo van on the second trip, Guy was still in his carrier. After the van had been emptied, I had to coax him out of the carrier. He hissed, and promptly found his way into the closet and under the dresser, where he remained until yesterday afternoon, when he ventured out to sniff around a bit. He’s been exploring a bit, and now that I’ve reassembled the futon frame, he’s spending his free time under there. Tippy’s figured out how to get into the cabinet under the sink. As soon as she figures out how to get out of that cabinet, I’ll feel a hell of a lot better.

Tippy’s standing on the top of the tv, with her front paws perched on the (narrow) windowsill. She likes looking down at the activity in the parking lot, and, when I’ve got the window open, she looks straight ahead out towards the Aviary and the Zoo. The “dining room” isn’t big enough for the bar table (well, not if I want to eat at it), but that’s okay: the living space is big enough for it. I’ve got a bookshelf in that area now (and empty boxes), and I’m going to bring in a little nightstand to put up against the window as a cat perch for my furballs. I’m hope they’ll appreciate that.

The ceiling in this place is high. I can’t find my tape measure, but I’m guessing this is at least a foot higher than my last place.

Also: the view from the roof deck is incredible. Pictures coming soon.