Title and Registration by Death Cab makes me feel safe, happy and warm. After about two hours on repeat it also makes me want to cry, and I don't know whether it's making me sad or just drawing some deeply buried inner sadness to the surface where I can purge it. Probably both, and who cares anyway.

Setback with respect to the moving out thing. Also, spoke to Wincy tonight and she told me the process tends to be long and arduous. Which is probably good. I was wondering a couple of weeks ago why life doesn't feel like an adventure; I didn't come to any solid conclusions, but I guess I have to grant that life can't really seem like much of an adventure if you don't have something to contend with. Not sure if you can accurately describe paying bills and getting along with people who aren't blood relatives 'contending', but I'm nothing if not imaginative. Anyway, it looks like none of the places under consideration regard us as appealing potential tenants, so the obvious message is to go try somewhere else more aligned with our milieu (which is to say downmarket).

I need to get together a convenient collection of things that represent the person I don't want to be. Reflecting on my ideals doesn't seem to get me very motivated, but people and things I disapprove of, not to say despise, really perk me up. And I'm so unproductive recently that I'll try anything.