I got bills and shit. SoCal Gas, SCE, rent-OH MY! Getting a second job would be A Good Idea, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.
There are reasons. The stress of moving got me smoking again, and you know how I can tell it was the stress of moving? Because I’m not having the “I need a fucking cigarette” thought running through my head like mutha fuckin Paul Revere. I am still smoking but it’s definitely on the decline. I’m afraid to quit. I fear that if I quit smoking than I will start the Nomvomming. That just can’t happen. Smoking > Bulimia. I digress.
Back to stress. I have Lupus. Stress is a hardcore no-no for that shit. Random body parts start getting inflamed (ouch). So for the first week and a half-ish I was limping because my foot was all inflamed. Can’t work on that! Tumeric and R&R helped.
And that’s all the “good” reason for not applying for jobs. Aside from that I spend my nights reading, working out, cleaning, texting, talking on the phone, smoking cigarettes, taking baths, and shopping. I like it. Though I can use some friends. I do have a couple (married) that are close but they have a baby and are busy bees, so V and I have Monday night dates to go walking (or do something active). I have been fortunate that each weekend a friend has come out (3 weeks) and possibly even next weekend.
I don’t miss nor regret this move one iota. I love it. I love my apartment, it’s all mine.
I’ve also signed up on a dating site to occupy some time. I don’t mean to brag but I’m a Nerd Magnet. Fuck it, I’m bored. BRING IT! I need the practice (being a nerd myself).
I can’t help but wonder what the next month has in store. I’m definitely hoping for some Awesomeness. I’m still sort of settling in and finding my groove.