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So I'm basking in the glowing glow of dodgy uni library lights, listening to two people who have never heard the phrase 'inside voices' before (...coming from a deaf chick, that says a lot) and trying to find my way around a keyboard with keys that stick in odd, unfamiliar places. I had forgotten what it was like not to have a net connection at home.

It's just now occurring to me that if my whinges du jour have gotten this banal then I must be doing basically okay. And it seems I am, plus or minus a few things. I'm obviously still emotionally all over the place (one minute I'm deeply sad, the next minute I'm back in the throes of the highly inconvenient distraction crush I've got), but the new place seems to be fine.

I would like a hot shower that doesn't cut out after two minutes, but the agent finally got convinced when she visited today that it is a Real Problem and I am not a Precious Tenant. She's such an arse-kicker I'm hoping this will be resolved soon. I would also like a curtain that pulled across the whole way on my big window-that-is-nearly-a-wall, but that's not much of a problem since it's just a small gap and I think the opposite building only has hazy bathroom windows facing into mine.

Moving was fine. I've been making a conscious effort to try and catch up with people where I can. Speaking of which: those of you locals on my friends list who haven't heard from me (I'll miss someone if I try to do a list) are welcome to get in touch and poke me to Do Stuff. No home number yet, but I am checking email and - gasp! - keeping my mobile charged.

More when I have an actual working net connection of my very own. Oh, to be a Real Girl...