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last night (sunday) i went to sleep at 11 and woke up this morning at 6.30. apparently my schedule got so reversed it's back to the workaday world, sort of like when people say they're so radical they seem conservative.
i have to go pay rent today and then come back home and write an email to the people i just paid about why that'll be the last payment from me. i'm dreading it. those kinds of emails always take me hours to write, and i still never get them right. it's ridiculous how scared i am of making these people i barely know regret subletting their apartment to me. i'm not screwing them over, or even mildly putting them out. at most, they'll have to meet my replacement and scribble their signature. i'm sure they'll be too pissed to realize that, though.
right now there are 4 people who seem pretty sure they want the apartment. i'll definitely be giving it to the person who can move in first, or who wants start paying soonest. (an aside, i need to find out what the show "$40 a day" is and start watching it. the host is on pyramid right now, and is very appealing.) i'm looking forward to moving back so much now, it's sort of like a salvation, like it's going to solve all my problems - jobs, friends, girls. that's unlikely, i guess, but it's for sure that nothing could be worse. which isn't meant to say that i'm unhappy, because i'm not. but the facts say maybe i should be: no job(=no money) since sept. 26, haven't seen anyone i know (not including evan and janet's visit) since nov. 8, and une absence d'amour since sept. 20 or so. and yet i'll always think of these couple months as being great. i think because i love myself so much. but they've aged me, and not just cause of the beard i've grown. it's time to return to the city of my birth and be a kid again for a while.
apparently i wasn't the only one who thought so:
and she excels at pyramid.
i have to go pay rent today and then come back home and write an email to the people i just paid about why that'll be the last payment from me. i'm dreading it. those kinds of emails always take me hours to write, and i still never get them right. it's ridiculous how scared i am of making these people i barely know regret subletting their apartment to me. i'm not screwing them over, or even mildly putting them out. at most, they'll have to meet my replacement and scribble their signature. i'm sure they'll be too pissed to realize that, though.
right now there are 4 people who seem pretty sure they want the apartment. i'll definitely be giving it to the person who can move in first, or who wants start paying soonest. (an aside, i need to find out what the show "$40 a day" is and start watching it. the host is on pyramid right now, and is very appealing.) i'm looking forward to moving back so much now, it's sort of like a salvation, like it's going to solve all my problems - jobs, friends, girls. that's unlikely, i guess, but it's for sure that nothing could be worse. which isn't meant to say that i'm unhappy, because i'm not. but the facts say maybe i should be: no job(=no money) since sept. 26, haven't seen anyone i know (not including evan and janet's visit) since nov. 8, and une absence d'amour since sept. 20 or so. and yet i'll always think of these couple months as being great. i think because i love myself so much. but they've aged me, and not just cause of the beard i've grown. it's time to return to the city of my birth and be a kid again for a while.
apparently i wasn't the only one who thought so:
and she excels at pyramid.