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Dammit. My cell phone rang, and now I totally can't sleep. :-/
I'm lying in bed, envisioning what I would do with one bedroom given all of the things I own. And whether or not even half of it is going to fit. I think I can make myself more than comfortable. But still, it's kind of cool to dream about even if I'm not really sleeping. I ate, and I think I should have just slept, because that always gives me more energy. Anorexia is so taxing, I can usually just pass out. Just kidding. I'm not anorexic, I swear.
I called and talked to my future roommates. They're going to help me move in in exchange for dinner. This is cool. I can do that. Assuming they're not all vegan and love Taco Bell or lots of pizza.
I really can't believe how many clothes I own. Especially considering I can never find anything to wear. And I never really considered myself that materialistic about that stuff. Hm. I really only wear like 15 outfits out of the 70 I seem to own. Of the pants, I wear like four pair out of 25. Maybe I should get rid of stuff. But you never know when you're going to need a vintage jacket with leather elbow patches. Or a full tuxedo.
OKay. I'm going to make another attempt at sleeping. Looking forward to three hours of uninturrupted sleep. Unless that guy calls again, trying to get ass on my last night in town. The answer is "No." Which is too bad. I really wanted to before I was suffering from sleep deprivation. He's way cute. But, alas, dying in a U-Haul because I fell asleep on a high bridge is NOT cute.
I need to figure out what bus I'm taking to work on Friday. Bleh. I'll miss my car, but she made her decision when she blew her tire on 99 five miles out of Fresno, ten minutes from the end of a 15 hour trip. She can go to the first seventeen year old Asian boy who wants to trick her out like a rice rocket and race her over the county line. I wash my hands of her.
Oh, I don't envy myself tomorrow.
I'm lying in bed, envisioning what I would do with one bedroom given all of the things I own. And whether or not even half of it is going to fit. I think I can make myself more than comfortable. But still, it's kind of cool to dream about even if I'm not really sleeping. I ate, and I think I should have just slept, because that always gives me more energy. Anorexia is so taxing, I can usually just pass out. Just kidding. I'm not anorexic, I swear.
I called and talked to my future roommates. They're going to help me move in in exchange for dinner. This is cool. I can do that. Assuming they're not all vegan and love Taco Bell or lots of pizza.
I really can't believe how many clothes I own. Especially considering I can never find anything to wear. And I never really considered myself that materialistic about that stuff. Hm. I really only wear like 15 outfits out of the 70 I seem to own. Of the pants, I wear like four pair out of 25. Maybe I should get rid of stuff. But you never know when you're going to need a vintage jacket with leather elbow patches. Or a full tuxedo.
OKay. I'm going to make another attempt at sleeping. Looking forward to three hours of uninturrupted sleep. Unless that guy calls again, trying to get ass on my last night in town. The answer is "No." Which is too bad. I really wanted to before I was suffering from sleep deprivation. He's way cute. But, alas, dying in a U-Haul because I fell asleep on a high bridge is NOT cute.
I need to figure out what bus I'm taking to work on Friday. Bleh. I'll miss my car, but she made her decision when she blew her tire on 99 five miles out of Fresno, ten minutes from the end of a 15 hour trip. She can go to the first seventeen year old Asian boy who wants to trick her out like a rice rocket and race her over the county line. I wash my hands of her.
Oh, I don't envy myself tomorrow.