This funky Californian time is putting me back into my old schedule, its funny (minus the going to bed at 8 part).
Anyway, I woke up and had coffee and stomped around, probably pissing off the neighbors downstairs, I feel guilty now and am hiding.. too afraid to make my way to my bike in case i bump into someone.
SORRY I'M SO SORRY.
On another note, its so sunny and beautiful outside today. (not that I've stepped foot outside..but i can see from where I'm sitting that the sky is going to be blue and I can almost feel the heat building up).
I wish my room mates would get themselves back to Oakland, it's wonderful to be back but I'd appreciate some company.
the house is empty and every little noise I make seems to be so much louder than it really is.
Today I need to unpack. And organize all my junk I piled into boxes before flying back to PA. Ugh. procrastination. procrastination. That's what this is. this writing thing, procrastination.
need to buy a bed.
need to find furniture that is free or ridiculously cheap.
need to find a new bike that is free or ridiculously cheap.
need to meet up with a seedy man in some warehouse to look at a bike that is expensive and not free.
dreading that.
need to escape this house before downstairs room mates come up and yell at me for walking around on hardwood floors at 6 am.
need to figure out my computer lab shifts. need to somehow find lots of money. need to shower. need to stop this obvious procrastination and get this day going. By the way , I need to remind myself not to get drunk and blog on this site. That never turns out well. I should know by now.
Procrastination. Procrastinating. Procrastinator.
you can walk around whenever you want! it's your apartment!
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