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My hair looks like the shaggy. It's actually long and unkempt enough that I'm ashamed to go to my client's office with it. I'll fly in tomorrow morning, and immediately attempt to make an appointment for Monday night to get shorn.

And this, right after they extend the contract. D'oh!

I had tentatively decided, after several abortive attempts at a protracted unemployment, that this project was it. Once I was done, I was going to coast until Kat was out of school. Play bad music, write bad novels, and paint bad pictures while not thinking about writing bad software. Since I didn't know when the Geldbrennschluss would be prior to this week, we had hesitated to move away from our current apartment. I wanted to coast for a year or two, but I didn't want to be broke at the end, after paying for rent, food, law tuition, and h00rs. It would stink if, when we move back to SF, as we intend to do once Kat wraps up her post-JD MA, we had to start all over in saving for a house.

With the recent extension, sentencing me to at least another five months in Siberia, it's apparent that we can handle upgrading our digs, and moving to a new building in Bethesda, without peril. Much as I hate moving, I hate hearing about the lack of closet space in our current place more, and the idea of free rent, due to the disparity in local income tax rates between MD and DC, makes it tolerable, if not almost desirable.

Of course, the fact that I won't actually have to do any of the moving is the sweetest idea. I'll be out of town while Kat calls the movers, and all I have to do is fill the hopper that they'll be draining. Whoohoo!

Late night blog entries are the stupidest.

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