I woke up early this morning and drove Gary to work.
Then I made toast.
Then I looked for a job for an hour.
And now I'm trying to figure out how I can stretch three errands out to fill an entire 8 hour day before I return to pick Gary back up.
These are the waking hours of my life. Lived in 650 square feet. Alone.
Occasionally I talk to Peter, the guy that runs the convenience store. Except he doesn't really speak English. So it's more like encountering another human as opposed to engaging in conversation with another human.
I'm so desperate that I struck up a conversation in the elevator with a crazy old lady doing laundry at 7:15 am. She needed to re-do her laundry because it smelled funny.
I am going crazy and for the first time in history, I am not looking forward to a long weekend.
What a waste of my nine hundredth blog post. What a waste of my mid-twenties. What a waste.
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