Dear Diary part III

10/21/06 - 11:00 pm - My room on Kilika Pl.

The stars were out for the first time on my walk back up the hill to my place. I stopped to look at them for about four seconds before saying fuck it. I'll look at them later. My mind is just too tired to do anything right now... I have so much to write about but I just can't right now. I have put myself under some fairly ridiculous constraints for house-searching: Must have a normal roommate (not the uncaring revolving-door-temporary-subletting-as-a-business-venture people that I've been talking to and currently live with), must be available immediately, and must be accessible from the only bus that runs by my store. At midnight when I'll get off work. And I only have four days (tomorrow being the last one). This, combined with learning a new area, learning the bus system, learning a practically whole new culture, and training at my new job - all with no car - have made for a very taxing first 74 hours. Later I'll explain why I decided to do this to myself but MY BRAIN DOESN'T WORK RIGHT NOW.

What I did today: Blah blah blah I don't care goodnight.