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Why am I not tired. No really, WHY NOT!? I worked out, I ate, I had a glass of icewyne, and I didn't really sleep yesterday. I ought to be exhausted. Yet instead, I am sitting here wondering what I'm going to do.
For anyone who might have missed a memo, I have my apartment. Paying more than I ever thought I would pay for anything at 425 W Surf in Lincoln Park. But it's pretty and I love it. I would hug it if such a thing were possible. My lease starts on June 5th, which means I will probably arrive June 4th barring natural disasters and some such.
I am working on "the mover situation" right now. It would be so nice for there to be movers to take crap up to the city instead of me driving a UHaul and probably dying. However, if I were to bet money, I would guess I'll be driving a UHaul. Or actually technically a budget rental truck since it's $200 cheaper.
But I really needed to make phone calls today and instead I had tasty oatmeal at Nancy's Bagels and then went to the gym for hours. And I voted.
I wonder what percentage of people actually bother to vote in primaries? I'd probably be depressed by the number, so if you know, don't tell me.
I'm also slightly flipped out over the job situation. I don't need to make much money, but I do have to find a job quickly, and that could very easily result in me with a job that makes me cry. I don't do crying. I didn't cry today at the gym, even when I weighed myself and the results were NOT pretty. (trips back and forth from Chicago, friends coming home, and the realization that I'm never coming back have resulted in more drinking, fried food, and absense of exercise than I have experienced in a year.) But I am still less than 10 lbs away from THE GOAL so at least I'm not backpeddling too far.
I know I've lost a lot of muscle mass and when I see Ryan in a week, he's going to kill me. Or take me over his knee. No, I'd like that too much. But in some way or another I am going to experience judgement.
We spent time today. He let me follow him around like a puppy because he knew I was upset about leaving him. And we talked about comic book movies and kentucky politics and early american presidents. (We are some big dorks. Seriously, the number of facts we remembered about Van Buren would astound my junior year History teacher.) I dislike reaffirming that while no, it would never have worked out in the long run, there were actual reasons I thought we'd be good together. I dislike regrets and what-ifs, is what I'm saying.
On another similar train of thought, I finally met this guy today that I'd been seeing around the gym for the past year. He's tall, lanky, named Jason, vaguely of The People, and a med-student. I think in another life, I marry this person. He someday leaves me for a nubile young gentile, but I end up with enough allimony to finance superfluous degrees.
But anyway, yeah, I have to get on the employment thing tomorrow. Contact more temp agencies and start going through the Reader online. Hardly the best ways to get a job, but when I'm not in Chicago yet, there's a limit to what I can do. Oh please for the love of all things sacred let me avoid wearing a uniform at this critical juncture. Eh, dignity is overrated.
Okay, I'm going to lie very still and hope that sleep comes.
For anyone who might have missed a memo, I have my apartment. Paying more than I ever thought I would pay for anything at 425 W Surf in Lincoln Park. But it's pretty and I love it. I would hug it if such a thing were possible. My lease starts on June 5th, which means I will probably arrive June 4th barring natural disasters and some such.
I am working on "the mover situation" right now. It would be so nice for there to be movers to take crap up to the city instead of me driving a UHaul and probably dying. However, if I were to bet money, I would guess I'll be driving a UHaul. Or actually technically a budget rental truck since it's $200 cheaper.
But I really needed to make phone calls today and instead I had tasty oatmeal at Nancy's Bagels and then went to the gym for hours. And I voted.
I wonder what percentage of people actually bother to vote in primaries? I'd probably be depressed by the number, so if you know, don't tell me.
I'm also slightly flipped out over the job situation. I don't need to make much money, but I do have to find a job quickly, and that could very easily result in me with a job that makes me cry. I don't do crying. I didn't cry today at the gym, even when I weighed myself and the results were NOT pretty. (trips back and forth from Chicago, friends coming home, and the realization that I'm never coming back have resulted in more drinking, fried food, and absense of exercise than I have experienced in a year.) But I am still less than 10 lbs away from THE GOAL so at least I'm not backpeddling too far.
I know I've lost a lot of muscle mass and when I see Ryan in a week, he's going to kill me. Or take me over his knee. No, I'd like that too much. But in some way or another I am going to experience judgement.
We spent time today. He let me follow him around like a puppy because he knew I was upset about leaving him. And we talked about comic book movies and kentucky politics and early american presidents. (We are some big dorks. Seriously, the number of facts we remembered about Van Buren would astound my junior year History teacher.) I dislike reaffirming that while no, it would never have worked out in the long run, there were actual reasons I thought we'd be good together. I dislike regrets and what-ifs, is what I'm saying.
On another similar train of thought, I finally met this guy today that I'd been seeing around the gym for the past year. He's tall, lanky, named Jason, vaguely of The People, and a med-student. I think in another life, I marry this person. He someday leaves me for a nubile young gentile, but I end up with enough allimony to finance superfluous degrees.
But anyway, yeah, I have to get on the employment thing tomorrow. Contact more temp agencies and start going through the Reader online. Hardly the best ways to get a job, but when I'm not in Chicago yet, there's a limit to what I can do. Oh please for the love of all things sacred let me avoid wearing a uniform at this critical juncture. Eh, dignity is overrated.
Okay, I'm going to lie very still and hope that sleep comes.