I Made It!
I have an apartment - I live in San Francsico! Yay.
Today has become an officially weird day, on account of a mixup with my medication - that is, I'm 99% sure I didn't take it. Furthermore, the companion I'd chosen to accompany me to shop for the bare necessities has been struck down by a hangover.
Speaking of, I'm disappointed how we have so many terms for getting drunk "blitzed", "intoxicated", "hammered", "smashed", "blotto", "wasted", etc, and how many do we have for a hangover? I can't think of any, other than the terms used when trying to pretend you're not hungover and you just have "a stomach bug".
At any rate.
I had a bunch of observations I wanted to report. But most central of them was that yesterday I drove a car.
And I loved it.
Going even 30 MPH on a street you've only ever biked on feels like going warp 9. And it's so easy, you just press the pedal, and vroom vroom. Feelsgoodman. It was a Ford Focus Hatchback.
Also, ZipCar is sweet but so gosh darn expensive. I mean - I want to drive for 5 minutes, load up the car with a fuckton of stuff, and drive back. But if I reserve it for, say, only an hour, I'm going to be sweating it time wise.
Still, because I am a glutton for punishment, I am considering going and grabbing a ZipCar and making my way to Costco. If the lines and crowds weren't legendary on the weekend, I would be there, probably filling up a second cart worth of junk at this very moment. Or here, wondering where the fuck I'm going to store all this newly bought stuff.
I should, I guess, grab a pair of shoes and walk to stupid Trader Joe's. It's 14 minutes *walk*. I can get the super essentials there and the surrounding area, which, right now, is mostly trash bags (paper towels would be nice, too). I can check out the costco horde, because it's the same distance.
I wonder. I have cable, but no TV. Can I stream breaking bad? Does my cable package even include AMC? *contented sigh*... I don't even really care.
Because today's that day. I didn't take my medication.
Oh, enough. I'm going to make myself go out. Bye, LJ
Today has become an officially weird day, on account of a mixup with my medication - that is, I'm 99% sure I didn't take it. Furthermore, the companion I'd chosen to accompany me to shop for the bare necessities has been struck down by a hangover.
Speaking of, I'm disappointed how we have so many terms for getting drunk "blitzed", "intoxicated", "hammered", "smashed", "blotto", "wasted", etc, and how many do we have for a hangover? I can't think of any, other than the terms used when trying to pretend you're not hungover and you just have "a stomach bug".
At any rate.
I had a bunch of observations I wanted to report. But most central of them was that yesterday I drove a car.
And I loved it.
Going even 30 MPH on a street you've only ever biked on feels like going warp 9. And it's so easy, you just press the pedal, and vroom vroom. Feelsgoodman. It was a Ford Focus Hatchback.
Also, ZipCar is sweet but so gosh darn expensive. I mean - I want to drive for 5 minutes, load up the car with a fuckton of stuff, and drive back. But if I reserve it for, say, only an hour, I'm going to be sweating it time wise.
Still, because I am a glutton for punishment, I am considering going and grabbing a ZipCar and making my way to Costco. If the lines and crowds weren't legendary on the weekend, I would be there, probably filling up a second cart worth of junk at this very moment. Or here, wondering where the fuck I'm going to store all this newly bought stuff.
I should, I guess, grab a pair of shoes and walk to stupid Trader Joe's. It's 14 minutes *walk*. I can get the super essentials there and the surrounding area, which, right now, is mostly trash bags (paper towels would be nice, too). I can check out the costco horde, because it's the same distance.
I wonder. I have cable, but no TV. Can I stream breaking bad? Does my cable package even include AMC? *contented sigh*... I don't even really care.
Because today's that day. I didn't take my medication.
Oh, enough. I'm going to make myself go out. Bye, LJ