Apartment in Old Town, with roomate: About $500 a month.
Apartment at 1016 Chester, no roomate: About $500 a month.

Apartment in Old Town, $300 application fee, plust 1.5 month’s rent due on move-in.
Apartment at 1016 Chester, $50 application fee, no security deposit.

Apartment in Old Town, exactly where I want to live, with free washer and dryer.
Apartment at 1016 Chester, familiar place that I know is decent.

So. I need to clearly go with the 1016 Chester place, until I can afford what I want. :/ Making the smart decision sucks.

I cannot even imagine sleep at this moment.

I ate some food that I made. I have determined that ANY food will make my stomach hate me, so I should just not eat.

Maybe I should start using sunscreen, but then I’d be betraying Louis Black. Don’t TRUST that shit!!

Ocean’s Eleven was a feel-good criminal movie. Gotta love them criminal sonsabitches. Oh, wait, implication on real life. Shit.

Too close to good, life is too close to good. I should do my Kung Fu exercises so that my body will hate me.

Loft in Old Town. 2 bedroom. $985 a month.

Now I just need:

A responsible, clean, and respectable roomate with a steady job.
Get the dude to let me move in before July 31st, as my lease ends on July 24th.

Caught up on my work email.

On the way to being ready for my mid term tomorrow. I have to make a trip to the library between work and home.

Just got all the daily excercises I need for Kung Fu from my Sifu. I’ll need to find a place outside to do them, because the foot-stomps would not be a happy thing for my neighbors to hear.

Laundry will be getting done tonight while I study for the midterm tomorrow.

Thanks to , I’ve got another number for lofts in Old Town. Here we go again.

Have you ever had so much sleep in a weekend that you’ve become hung over? Well, that’s where I’m at. The mother of all sleep headaches. I told James earlier that it felt like my head was being pierced by black holes.

I hope the sugar in my system will fuel the ibuprofin to work more quickly. I hurt. At least twelve hours of sleep for three nights in a row. I am escaping into sleep again, instead of facing the world. A recognizable symptom of depression, at least with me. Thank you grandfather, thank you father. The Cramptons will persevere.

I can really only wait this out. I am going to head to the library today to get the rest of my homework done. I have to, otherwise I will wallow in my headache until it is time to go to bed. Things to do, things to do…. things to write, things to read, people to meet… and today, I am that Dave that cries and that wants his mother, and is sniffling, and can’t stop wondering how to go on…