12:36

i have to do this so i can go to bed. its only fair. i maybe should be using a different format for this requirement, but then again it doesnt much matter. today: preparations. tomorrow: sun bathe and paint. its a long day today. it was a long day. i was in a lot of different places. i dont know if that is what makes it long or not. i hope that i hear from prospective employer tomorrow. fuck. i dont even know if i an write for until 12:46. but that is sort of the deal and i've already pissed away three minutes with the bitching and moaning and so surely i can do it for another seven and feel like i didn't cheat myself of this right, privilege, etc. and etc.
there is always something, no? i think it might be time to make it personal. but that sounds a little scary. one handed typing? gimme a break. it takes two. it takes two hands to do a decent job typing. okay? alright? i sent to the bank today to change my address because i had to order new checks anyway because the bank was bought out and the teller who worked with me asked me these survey questions and it was really weird and i think he might have just been wanting to know in a curious type way and it was...
do you know what i think might be in my future? a puppy! and by my future i mean in like two years! dog ownership on the far off horizon of being 28. i just realized that my friends have started turning 27. i don't know how i feel about this. i mean, there is no turning back at 27. it makes me feel like i should really have my shit together and maybe like i am a bit of a baby. also like i am an adult. also like it doesn't matter.
traffic. who is driving loudly out here at nearly one in morning? more people than you think. more than you think. its loud. but not constant. okay. whew. made it.