itchy feet

i think i’m going to call about a one-bedroom i saw in the paper for only forty bucks more than i pay now. i don’t know why, but i have a feeling it’s going to be good enough for me to want to move. but, if i give my notice with less than a month, can they charge me for august’s rent as well (my current landlords, that is)?
i was struck with the desire to go looking at places. i don’t know why, as i’ve been really comfortable here lately, after resigning myself to the fact that i need to stay cheap until i manage some of my debt. of course, i haven’t been doing a lot of that with all the spending i’ve been doing lately. that’s all right, i’ve pretty much decided that i’m going to take the web cam back. i should do that today, before my two-week window is up. i’ve gotten pictures of me and my specs. that’s all i really cared about. besides, no one wants to see live feeds of me sitting here blogging.
i stayed up late watching rear window last night. i’d forgotten how good that movie is. i kept thinking of how much went into creating the characters of jimmy stewart’s neighbours. the artist lady down stairs, miss torso, the nookie couple. i also realized how much hitchcock relied on the visuals as opposed to dialogue. there really isn’t a lot of talking in that film. i like that. it didn’t feel the need to over-explain. i hate films which treat the audience like an idiot. that’s one of my issues with AI, i’ve come to realize.
i’m going to watch another hitchcock film, rope, while i wait for my laundry to finish. then it’s time to do my weekly cook-up so i have food for lunches during the week. after that… who knows. i might see if meg & mark want to do something. other than her dropping in for a beer on her way home from the hair dresser yesterday, i haven’t seen them all weekend.