Good morning, I realized I haven't written in a while. I'd like to say I was busy but the truth of it is I sent a link of this to someone and that person hasn't written me back since, leading me to believe that something about my life is greatly offending and/or poorly written. But then I decided that I am pretty and smart and if you don't like me, you don't have to. Right on.Anyway, it's early. It is everyone's weekend and I'm about to go in for a full day of sporting goods. I'm getting really tired of my work clothes, too. I slouch and I walk around like an old lady. I was concentrating on my kneecaps so hard yesterday that it started feeling like every step I took they disconnected a little. I am going to California for vacation on Monday. I'm taking the Greyhound for seven hours and spending my days alone at the beach. I'm more excited than nervous but I am a little nervous and pepper spray is high on my list of things to buy before I go. I planned out my whole budget and found that after food, debt and the cost of water shoes I have $135.57 to screw around with for the vacation. And then I spent thirty dollars on a thank-you gift to the guy I'm staying with, but that's much better than the $175 hotel bill I would have been stuck with anyway. I really wouldn't have made it without the offer of lodging I kind of squeezed out of another person from the Internet who doesn't really know me yet but he will, oh yes, he will.
I am procrastinating sending Ryan an e-mail until I've read the book of Calvino short stories I bought on his recommendation. Beach reading, for certain, along with Presto's Murakami. I finished As I Lay Dying a few days ago and was moved save for the fact that I couldn't stop thinking of high school English prompts as I progressed through the book. For example, I'm trying to concentrate while formulating an essay on which perspective I find the most entertaining, useful and effective. I hate it, I think I'm doing it because this was a book I should have read in high school and never did, and now I'm making up for whatever cognitive lesson there is to learn from boring holes into the face of a dead woman.
There is no food in the house because my roommates are sick. My roommates are sick and I'm in charge of drinking the milk.
