I’m fairly convinced our apartment is the 7th ring of hell or some such. A cesspool of bad energy. Or maybe I’m just still loopy after driving 9 hours from Carbondale, most of which was in the rain. I’m still dizzy, my hands cramped from gripping the steering wheel.
I want that job. I want to move out. Now, before I go insane…err…more insane. There’s a lovely apartment on the avenue I want. But it’s ridiculously expensive. I don’t care. It’s pretty. ^^
I think Katie and I are slipping away as friends.
That makes me sad.
I think I need sleep now.
P.S. I also stubbed my toe really badly getting out of my aunt’s hot tub… I woke up this morning and it was all bloody. Gross I know but oddly intriguing. I think I hit my head harder during that accident than I thought.