Moving is entirerely too exhausting. The weather doesnt help. I’m a vagabond so I pack light. I guess helping Alex with his things is what wore me out. It feels like a dorm. Why am I moving into a something that resembles a dorm? I’m not being fair to the only person that matters. I’m not. 3 weeks have flown by since I’ve quit smoking. I don’t feel any different/healthier/better/faster/stronger. I don’t.
I bet you 10 dollars that this weekend will inevitably blow. & i bet another 5 bucks on top of that it’ll somehow manifest itself from a horrific weekend & into an even more intolerable week. I bet you. Get 15 dollars ready. i’m starting my costume this tonight, & then i’m probably sleeping in until 3-4 pm on saturday. But none of that info is even neccessary, just follow me here. chao.
