So, I've successfully moved about 250 km South-East and live now close to my parents. They're delighted. The new job I have is intimidating (two days at work, and I feel way over my head), but I have a short respite I really didn't ask for - I caught the flu, I'm contagious, and so I'm staying home with a doctor's certificate.

Current problems:

• the new job (as mentioned);
• getting my security deposit back from my former landlord;
• getting my kitchen installed at my new place;
• the yet-to-be-located broken water pipe somewhere in the building which a) causes a small lake in the basement, and b) leads to water dripping into the space underneath my bathtub (therefore I'm currently rather unwilling to run the washing machine and/or take a bath);
• the need to improve the cat-proofing of my new balcony (one of my cats somehow managed to wriggle past the cat-net and marched along the balcony railing while I was watching her disbelievingly);
• cat-proofing the window to the balcony that I intend to leave tilted most of the time (and for which one of my cats has shown far too much interest - I don't want her to try to slip out of it and kill herself trying);
• the broken display of my netbook (and the to-be-expected repair costs) because I fell down the stairs with it (the head-sized black-and-blue bruise on my left thigh is unimportant in comparison);
• the flu (as mentioned);
• the antibiotics I've been taking against said flu - there's a red, circular spot on my left forearm... if it's the damned fungus come back, I don't know what I'll do. I can't go through everything again. I just can't.

In short? At the moment, life pretty much sucks.

I just had my cats exiled to my parents. Not an easy decision - they won't appreciate it for sure - but way better than us playing musical chairs with the fungus (if it indeed has reappeared - the jury's still out on that one).

Now the apartment's empty. I'm looking up modern art for my living room wall on eBay while trying to watch "A Gifted Man" at the same time (and slowly but steadily emptying the tissue box on my desk). Swell.

Somehow I thought October would go differently.