stop making sense

I try to keep you updated. I am moving, working, and waiting. For what, precisely, I couldn't say. To set my things up, to have some fun, to work, to stop waiting. My landlord is really nice; very talkative, too talkative, but it can't be considered a fault. I am mentally calculating exactly what I'm going to need to buy, etc. Some kind of clothing dresser. Rugs for the floor? A rice maker, and a new coffee maker. I'm looking forward to doing research and academic work at home. Oh, and it turns out I am going to have to get internet, 'officially', as they say. That kind of sucks. I have to go. Greetings from wherever I am.