Today really kicked my ass (as opposed to 'kick ass!'). I didn't get much sleep and I had to get out my front door at 4:30 AM. My flight was from Dulles at 6AM to JFK NY, then to San Francisco. The flight wasn't so bad, jetBlue takes every shortcut possible so for the span of 9 hours or so, all I had to eat were blue potato chips. I napped through most of the flight, accept someone around me kept farting horrendous farts that woke me up.
I took the rapid transit system to downtown where I had to navigate through crack whores, the homeless, and other junkies to get to my building (apparently I took the scenic route). My arms and feet were destroyed going up all those hills. After I got to my apartment, they sent me to another building to fill out some paper work and then I did some exploring, filled out some applications to work retail for the time being.
There was this one crack whore in particular that looked SO out of it. She wasn't wearing any pants and she was running up and down steps (like she was freestyle walking). A lady with her baby in a stroller was walking by and the crack whore ran towards the baby and crouched down to play with it and the mom ninja dodged that stroller like a pro. SF sure is colorful.
For lunch I ate at this Bangkok noodle restaurant, for dinner I had dim sum. I was good, but eating alone sucks.
Our 5 Star Kitchen
"Walk-In closet/hallway to our bathroom"
That hill to D-Hall suddenly doesn't seem so bad.