I thought I lucked out by having a post office around a half-mile from my house, but alas Google Maps lied to me and it is just a drop-box; I will be forced to go the mile to Thayer Street, which isn't really much fun in the cold. Mind, I'd have to go to the post office even if I were living back in MA since I don't have exact stamps for domestic, let alone international. That was just an easy drive in a familiar place. Even in England I had post offices every which way I needed to go and one on campus. *Whinges more.*
So no, no post sent. I have to brave one-way streets before that. Instead I withdrew a tenner from the ATM nearby to activate my new bank card and said, well, at least serendipity has put a liquor store in my path. (The kind young woman working there was the one to confirm that it was just a drop-box and that once upon a time Google had tricked her similarly.) So I said, "Well then, instead I'll just have to buy some cheap wine" and she said something about silver linings, as you do.
Now I have some cheap twist-off moscato and, my friends, I will be drinking it out of a rainbow mug. (therealsnape, put that potato down; no throwing things at poor young adults!) This is partially out of my love of rainbows (I purchased the mugs for the house) but mostly out of the sad fact that we have no wine glasses. (Lots of mason jars for drinking water...) So before you judge me (*snerk*), I bid any of you not currently in my phase of life or one similar to think back to your early/mid 20s and consider if you were the sophisticated, sagacious selves you are now. If you were, well, my hat is off to you. If you were not, do try for some compassion or even empathy. (;
To think I put trousers on for this. Now that I've written up this post, I'll start with the drinking and get back to the lesbian webcomic Unicorn Plan-It with random productivity, like poking at more job sites *sigh*, all without leaving my room.
[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]