Monday, May 05, 2008

No Place To Call My Own

I'm still sleeping over at Ryan's apartment. He is being very good to me. We've been playing lots of Grand Theft Auto 4, and reading lots of comics, and eating out way too much, but it's something I kind of expected would happen (the eating out) when I got out of my apartment.

The timer on my facebook just wound down to single digits in the days column. 9 days and 8 hours. Never have I felt closer or have been more scared. Which reminds me that I need to call the office and make sure that my scores have come in. It's been a couple of weeks and I have no excuse to have not done that already.

Well I'm going to go repack my bag so that my footprint in this house is small and Ryan likes me.

Maybe a longer post once I get to work.