Transplanted Life
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Bills and such
I should just move in with Kurt. I'm staying over there a fair amount during the week right now, he's got a kickass home theater system, it's much closer to BioSoft than Allston, I could easily walk to a movie theater other than the "Allston Bombay 2", and I could lay the responsibility for making the bills get paid off on him. He's good at that, whereas I've apparently dallied too long on my cable/internet bill and now I can't receive my email, half the links on the right side of this thing don't work, and I've got to do all my research and stuff from here.

This is a major problem for me. I'll be turning thirty early next year, or at least my original body will; I guess in this body I'll just be celebrating an accumulation of thirty years of post-natal memory. You'd think I'd be able to manage my own finances by now, but instead I keep blowing bills off until threats start being made, and wishing I could just hand it off to a roommate, wife, or boyfriend, for crying out loud. Even being in another body and brain hasn't made me more conscientious, and who knows how much trouble I could be in if I screw up Michelle's life too badly?

(It is kind of tempting to consider moving things along with Kurt quickly just to see what kind of bind she would be in when we switch back. It wouldn't be fair to Kurt, obviously, but the idea of Michelle suddenly being back in her own body during her honeymoon and trying not to give away what happened is an entertaining scenario. Not really a nice thing to do, considering she's probably doing really good things for my credit rating just by not being me in that body)

But it's not going to happen. Kurt's clearly not ready to explain me and Denise to each other, and, let's face it, I'm not ready to introduce another big change into my life right now. It's like the not paying bills, I guess; I must tend toward laziness. Right now I've got a roof over my head, a job that doesn't pay as much as it could but also doesn't have long hours, a continual learning curve or deadline pressures, some cool friends to hang out with, and even a relationship that's going well enough when you accept its limitations. And, hey, I'm getting laid. It's a different kind of getting laid, and there's more than enough male self-image left in me to feel sort of ashamed of enjoying it, but you know what they say about the relative merits of bad sex and no sex at all.

In the meantime, I think I'll use tonight to decompress from spending the weekend watching that intense divisional series so that I'm ready for the upcoming intense ALCS. It'll be a good "me night" - see a movie, grill some swordfish, and then watch some scripted TV. I think there'll be something soothing about the very ordinariness of it.

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