slow

I'm at the coffeehouse, and it's so slow here this morning. This guy at the counter is having a really hard time keeping up with all the crazies coming in, and I guess I am one of them.

I'm totally nervous about someone stealing my laundry now, it seems like that kind of place, where you have to watch your things. You'd think it would be better at six o'clock in the morning.

I worked yesterday at the spa, and ... I only did three massages. I passed one of my clients off to another therapist. It was a bad thing to do, but ... I was just kind of tired. And I'm not going to work there next week-end, which is probably a good thing.

I have my new apartment, which is great. I like it a lot. It's nice being there, I guess. But ... I'm sort of tired of the same old thing. The same old boring in my life. And I'm really tired of working at my same job I've had for years.

It's interesting, though. Because ... moving really was like a purge of so much crap. I don't want to say that it made me more confident, probably for the only reason that it sounds like a cliche, but .... I guess it is true. I really don't want to go to my stupid movie studio job anymore.

It's nice to come home to my apartment, though. I love it. It's so relaxing, and I love the fact that it's quiet on the week-end. Occasionally, I can heard some crack whore or a punk teenager walking my and making noise, but other than that, I don't hear much. It's kind of creepy in a way, but I guess I'll deal with it. I need to get some furniture too, because I can't stand not having a sofa.

I thought there were lots of drawers in the place, but there aren't ... well, there are lots of drawers, but they all have a strange size to them. They're all small, and it's annoying.

I guess Monday morning is the day all the crazies do their wash. The dryers are totally full.